After the death of his mother, Princess Diana, I could not help but sense how much rage could have been in the young prince William.   Over the years, William has grown into a man that like his mother is willing to help everyone he can.   The expression on his face, as he listens intensely at someone at what I can only guess as a polo match, is one of those edges of anger and passion that I foresaw in his youth.  

            There is a bond between he and his younger brother Harry that is one that comes from a loss of a parent where the idea of family shifts to looking out for one another.   The brothers are friends that a serious presence when entering a room.   Seriously, one interviewer mentioned that just the shear height of the two boys is enough to make one take a step back not to mention that they are the second and third in line for the crown of England.