The day my dad demanded I hand over my daughter’s $50,000 college fund to his “gifted grandson going to Yale,” he added, “Your girl is just average.” I refused, and my sister Pamela spat straight at me in front of the whole family. Fifteen years later, at the family reunion in Savannah, my “average” daughter landed a helicopter on the lawn… then put something in my sister’s hand that made the whole house hold its breath. The Dalton house sits on the edge of Savannah, Georgia—a white-painted plac