A metallic growl — low-pitched and frantic — came from somewhere above him.
Rocky Seto was taking his morning run, jogging around a quiet lagoon, when he looked up to see a small plane tumble out of the sky and smash into the water not 50 yards away.
“Three people killed instantly,” he recalls. “That got into my mind.”
It wasn’t the only time Seto figured God was sending him a message.
There were other, subtler instances that help explain his walking away from a career as a big-time NFL assistant coach, leaving behind a salary of almost seven figures and the adrenaline rush of 70,000 screaming fans.