It is June 17, 1980 in Castle Rock, Oregon. Keith Tessio is born 1:09 PM, a healthy baby. His mother Cathy is holding him as he screams at the light of the new world around him. His father Vernon Tessio is looking down on him and grinning, proud of his child, such a brave child.

Half way around the world, in Rennes, France, James Duchamp is born one minute later. His mother Martha looks down on him with glee in her eyes, looking at her second son in her arms. Her husband Teddy stands beside her, laughing down at the little boy with blue eyes.

Just a few hundred miles east of the hospital where James had just been born, lay Tracy in a hospital bed in Germany, enduring the hard labor of giving birth. Her son will be named Kevin and her husband rushes to get to her side, having just driven thirty miles to get to her, in panic mode.

Back in the U.S, Chris Chambers lifts his baby out of his wife's arms and cradles him.

"Gordie. We're naming him Gordie."

He is certain of the name.

His wife doesn't question it, for she knows.

"Middle name?"

"Harrison."

These four families had nothing to do with each other, but had everything to do with each other at the same time. If it hadn't been for one fateful day, they would never have met.