Years ago, as my daughter and I were getting settled into our "new" living life daring lives, we started something. We both knew that we had done something gutsy and courageous moving to Oregon without a clear plan other than certainty that this was the right thing to do. We began, "I Dare You's". With I Dare You's, if you were the recipient, you would answer, "Dare accepted" when given a dare. Mind you, the dares were all innocent dares. They didn't contain danger but courage and excitement. Here is one I dare you that sticks out for me. We were at the grocery store when my daughter and I saw a guy in a wheelchair. My daughter J looked at me and mouthed, "He's hot!" So, I whispered to her, "I dare you to tell him that he is." She said, "Dare accepted." She went off to find him as he had wheeled over to another aisle. She came back beaming. "I did it!" she said. "I told him, 'I know this may ...