Speaker 1: As far back as I can remember. As a child,
Speaker 1: my grandpa and dad taught me how to hunt. I
Speaker 1: was an only child that knew it would be up
Speaker 1: to me to carry on the family hunting tradition. My
Speaker 1: grandpa owned some land way up in the mountains, away
Speaker 1: from everyone and everything. On this land sat an old
Speaker 1: cabin that was built by my great grandpa back in
Speaker 1: the early nineteen hundreds. It took about an hour to
Speaker 1: travel to the nearest house or store, so this was
Speaker 1: a well kept private area that no one ever visited
Speaker 1: except the three of us. There was no electric or
Speaker 1: phone service at the camp, being as it was so
Speaker 1: far out in the woods. One learned to be careful
Speaker 1: because if something happened while at camp or hunting, then
Speaker 1: you were on your own. There was no way to
Speaker 1: get any help. When I was fifteen years old, we
Speaker 1: had planned a hunting trip up to the cabin, but
Speaker 1: I had come down with the flu and could not
Speaker 1: make the trip, so my grandpa and my dad left
Speaker 1: home to make that four hour drive to our hunting camp.
Speaker 1: Mam and I told them that we loved them and
Speaker 1: wished them the best of luck on their weak hunting trip,
Speaker 1: and off they went. Three days later, we get a
Speaker 1: call from the county police that something bad had happened there.
Speaker 1: We were told my dad was in the hospital and
Speaker 1: in very bad shape. Mom asked, what about Grandpa? Is
Speaker 1: he okay? They did not know anyone else was with
Speaker 1: my dad, so my mom told them about the camp
Speaker 1: and the police were dispatched to go find my grandpa.
Speaker 1: Mama and I jumped in the car and drove that
Speaker 1: long trip as fast as we could. Once we got
Speaker 1: to the hospital, we found out my dad had had
Speaker 1: a stroke and they found Grandpa at the cabin. He
Speaker 1: was covered with claw marks and his chest was ripped open.
Speaker 1: He was either dead from his wounds or he had
Speaker 1: had a heart attack before the animal attacked. Somehow, my
Speaker 1: dad was able to get in the truck and started
Speaker 1: to drive down the mountain to get help, but he
Speaker 1: did not make it all the way to town. Someone
Speaker 1: found him pulled over on the side of the road
Speaker 1: and took him to the hospital. After a couple of days,
Speaker 1: my father came to enough to explain what had happened
Speaker 1: that led to the long investigation. Both men were out
Speaker 1: in their deer stands hunting when my dad hears the
Speaker 1: most awful roaring, growling sound down in the woods where
Speaker 1: Grandpa was sitting. He heard yelling but could not make
Speaker 1: out what he was saying. Then a gunshot and more
Speaker 1: yelling came from my Grandpa. He then heard sounds from
Speaker 1: some kind of a wild animal. My Dad got out
Speaker 1: of his stand and ran to Grandpa. Dad was yelling
Speaker 1: where are you as he was scanning the area with
Speaker 1: his gun to his shoulder, trying to figure out what
Speaker 1: had happened. He could not see Grandpa and did not
Speaker 1: see anything moving around. It was totally silent when he
Speaker 1: got there. Dad made his way to grandpa stand to
Speaker 1: find him lying in some brush and he was bleeding
Speaker 1: very badly. He picked Grandpa up and headed to the
Speaker 1: cabin with him over his shoulder. When he reached the cabin,
Speaker 1: my father collapsed. He had had a stroke. He knew
Speaker 1: the only way to get help was to try and
Speaker 1: drive out of there. During the investigation, the police found
Speaker 1: where Grandpa was sitting, his rifle was broken in half
Speaker 1: and the barrel was bent almost into a U shape.
Speaker 1: Grandpa also had a handful of hair in his fist,
Speaker 1: and they never found out what kind of animal that
Speaker 1: this hare came from. There was also a blood trail
Speaker 1: leading down into the thick swamp, then went up into
Speaker 1: a tree and then vanished. They took samples of the
Speaker 1: blood but could not find any kind of match to
Speaker 1: tell what it had come from. There was a big
Speaker 1: man hunt put in place for days, but no one
Speaker 1: found anything other than that blood trail. Eventually it was
Speaker 1: classified as a bear attack. Only bad thing about them
Speaker 1: closing this case as a bear attack is there are
Speaker 1: no bears in this part of the country. Once we
Speaker 1: got Dad home, he told me the sounds he had heard,
Speaker 1: and from the claw marks on Grandpa and the gun
Speaker 1: being destroyed like that, he firmly believed it was a bigfoot.
Speaker 1: There are many rumors from other folks up in those
Speaker 1: hills saying that they had sighted them before and hear
Speaker 1: some creepy sounds in the woods at night. My dad
Speaker 1: made me promise to never go back up to the
Speaker 1: cabin and to stay away from that place. I have
Speaker 1: never been back up there since, and we all really
Speaker 1: missed my grandfather. Dad and I have never had too
Speaker 1: much in common, so we've always had a hard time
Speaker 1: finding things to do together. I never cared too much
Speaker 1: about hunting, but it seems to be the only thing
Speaker 1: my dad has interest in, so I pretend just so
Speaker 1: we can have some bonding experiences. Deer season in two
Speaker 1: thousand and nine is when this all happened. I was
Speaker 1: just out of college and was lucky enough to get
Speaker 1: a new job, but it wasn't starting for a couple
Speaker 1: of weeks, so we decided to go for a week
Speaker 1: long trip to Tennessee, where my dad had leased some
Speaker 1: land right on the border of a large park. Dad
Speaker 1: said he had a place picked out for us, about
Speaker 1: a ten minute hike from where we usually park the van.
Speaker 1: When we go there, my Dad would be using a
Speaker 1: tree stand and I would be in a blind. Since birth,
Speaker 1: I've had a bad knee that makes it impossible for
Speaker 1: me to climb ladders. We like to hunt together, so
Speaker 1: we were going to place my blind about ten yards
Speaker 1: from his tree stand. We had walkie talkie hooked up
Speaker 1: to an ear piece so we would be able to
Speaker 1: talk throughout the hunt. My first day we were there,
Speaker 1: it was just setting up blinds in his tree stand.
Speaker 1: His stand was a type that had a platform and
Speaker 1: was completely separate piece from the latter. Neither of us
Speaker 1: ever set that type up so it took a little
Speaker 1: longer than we wished for. We also put up ribbons
Speaker 1: along the path to be able to find our spot
Speaker 1: easier at night. On our way to and from the spot,
Speaker 1: I noticed several broken limbs up high. I didn't think
Speaker 1: anything of it at the time, but knowing what I
Speaker 1: know now, I can't help but think that they are related.
Speaker 1: On the second day we were on our trip, we
Speaker 1: left for our hunting spots an hour and a half
Speaker 1: before the sun came up. I was in the blind
Speaker 1: and could hear my dad getting all that up, but
Speaker 1: that wasn't all I could hear. I also heard something
Speaker 1: large stomping around the other side of the ridge. At
Speaker 1: the time, I just thought it was a really loud
Speaker 1: deer getting an early start. Even though it was a
Speaker 1: good distance away. I could hear the loud breathing. I
Speaker 1: could clearly hear that it was sniffing loudly, and the
Speaker 1: wind was blowing past us in that direction, so I
Speaker 1: knew it was winding us. My dad came through across
Speaker 1: my earpiece, asking if I could hear it. I told
Speaker 1: him I could, but I doubted that it would come
Speaker 1: this way, since it seemed like it was already winding us.
Speaker 1: The loud noise continued for another thirty minutes or so,
Speaker 1: and then it faded away. The third day is when
Speaker 1: everything happened. It started off like a normal hunt. We
Speaker 1: got there before sunrise and heard the little animals creeping
Speaker 1: along the floor. As soon as the sun came up.
Speaker 1: We had two squirrels in between my day and I
Speaker 1: playing for about an hour to keep us entertained, but
Speaker 1: overall we had no real action for the majority of
Speaker 1: the day. Around four pm, the woods went silent. I
Speaker 1: know you were thinking, oh, the woods went silent, cliche again,
Speaker 1: but it is a cliche for a reason. The woods
Speaker 1: went absolutely silent. My dad came over the headset and
Speaker 1: asked if I could see anything, to which I replied no.
Speaker 1: After about ten minutes of not a single noise being made,
Speaker 1: I started to see something behind my dad's tree. It
Speaker 1: was a dark figure, way too dark to be a deer.
Speaker 1: I couldn't tell what it was because the movement in
Speaker 1: the shape was all wrong. I told my dad that
Speaker 1: I could see something, but I couldn't make it out.
Speaker 1: The closer it got, the better I could see it.
Speaker 1: The body was so dark that it was almost black,
Speaker 1: while the head was a dark red color. It was
Speaker 1: working its way toward us, but not in a straight line.
Speaker 1: It would walk one direction, ducking behind bushes and trees,
Speaker 1: and I will only see it in small spots when
Speaker 1: it would change directions and work its way more diagonally
Speaker 1: toward us. My dad kept asking me what it was,
Speaker 1: but I quit answering. I didn't want the words bigfoot
Speaker 1: to be my answer, but that's all I could think
Speaker 1: it was. As it kept getting closer, I noticed something
Speaker 1: else strange. I couldn't hear it at all. I have
Speaker 1: no idea how such a big creature could be absolutely quiet,
Speaker 1: but it was when it was around thirty yards directly
Speaker 1: behind my dad. That's when I could see it in
Speaker 1: its entirety. It was massive, and it was definitely a male.
Speaker 1: It was around eight to nine feet and probably four
Speaker 1: feet across the shoulders. It was making its way directly
Speaker 1: towards my dad's tree stand. I could even see that
Speaker 1: it was looking right at him, without looking in any
Speaker 1: other direction. My dad was still coming across my earpiece,
Speaker 1: asking if I saw a deer, but when my eyes
Speaker 1: opened up large, he started to get worried and I
Speaker 1: could hear his anxiety over the headset. I'm not proud
Speaker 1: of this, but I couldn't speak. I couldn't think of
Speaker 1: what to say, and I was terrified. Everyone wants to
Speaker 1: see Bigfoot, but I can promise you, once you've seen
Speaker 1: one this close, all you want to do is go home. Finally,
Speaker 1: my dad figured out that it was making its way
Speaker 1: right for him. I saw the creature bend down and
Speaker 1: pick something up. It was a limb that was laying
Speaker 1: across the leaves, probably around five feet long. I had
Speaker 1: no idea what it was about to do with it,
Speaker 1: but I still couldn't speak. I wanted to warn my dad,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't say a word, and my hands were
Speaker 1: shaking so much. I don't think my mouth had shut
Speaker 1: for five minutes. As it came around my day dad's tree,
Speaker 1: he finally saw it. He screamed, and for the first
Speaker 1: time in my entire life, I saw my dad afraid.
Speaker 1: Bigfoot had the limb in its hands and swung it
Speaker 1: like a bat. At first I thought it was swinging
Speaker 1: at him, but it swung the limb just below his feet,
Speaker 1: smashing the limb and the ladder instantly. The ladder was
Speaker 1: a light aluminum, but it was still strong enough to
Speaker 1: amaze me with the amount of force it would take
Speaker 1: to completely break the ladder in two pieces. It took
Speaker 1: the tree stand so hard that my dad dropped his gun,
Speaker 1: which is just as well, because I honestly don't believe
Speaker 1: that a slug would bring down this monster anyway. Luckily
Speaker 1: he had the type of deer standing platform and the
Speaker 1: ladder are separate pieces, Otherwise he would have fallen directly
Speaker 1: on top of the creature. The bigfoot then screamed. It
Speaker 1: screamed so loud that it took away my breath. It
Speaker 1: wasn't even facing my direction, but the scream was so
Speaker 1: loud I could feel it through my core. I can't
Speaker 1: even imagine what it was like for my dad, who
Speaker 1: was five feet away from its mouth. It then walked away, slowly,
Speaker 1: looking like it had a lot of confidence. It didn't
Speaker 1: care that it could be seen anymore. It was not
Speaker 1: hiding or trying to be quiet, just walking away slowly.
Speaker 1: I can't tell you why it did that, or why
Speaker 1: it didn't try to hurt him. Maybe it was just
Speaker 1: a territorial thing. We stayed put, not talking, for another
Speaker 1: hour before we decided to leave. I had to help
Speaker 1: my dad down since he didn't have a ladder. It
Speaker 1: was tough to get him down because of my leg,
Speaker 1: but he made it to the ground without getting injured.
Speaker 1: The walk back to the van was slow, with us
Speaker 1: looking in all directions the whole time. We never heard
Speaker 1: or saw anything else after the entire ordeal, I'm pretty
Speaker 1: sure that I never noticed him looking my way or
Speaker 1: acknowledging my blind Ever, the worst part about it is
Speaker 1: my dad could have seriously been injured, but I never
Speaker 1: warned him. I was just so scared, and I'm embarrassed
Speaker 1: at how bad I let him down. I also noticed
Speaker 1: that I never smelled it. I always hear about how
Speaker 1: bad they smell, but even me being so close, I
Speaker 1: never caught a whiff. I asked my dad if he
Speaker 1: smelled it, but he just said he didn't want to
Speaker 1: talk about it. In fact, he wouldn't talk about any
Speaker 1: of it and swore me to secrecy. It's a shame
Speaker 1: that people are mock for just being witnesses of something
Speaker 1: like this. Maybe if people had a safe way to
Speaker 1: talk about it, people would be able to share their
Speaker 1: experiences more. I've never been inside the woods since, and
Speaker 1: I never planned to go again. My dad still goes hunting,
Speaker 1: but he only hunts on small properties now behind the farm.
Speaker 2: Being a cab driver in a small Ontario city just
Speaker 2: under one hundred thousand people means that you get out
Speaker 2: of town calls fairly regularly, drop off in pickups a
Speaker 2: half hour away or coming up to three hours away,
Speaker 2: maybe one every other month. Once a year or so,
Speaker 2: at least one driver will get a call five hours
Speaker 2: or more away. You wouldn't believe the company record, but
Speaker 2: that's another story. I've been lucky enough to get a
Speaker 2: handful of long distance calls over the seven years that
Speaker 2: I've been a cabby. The office knows that, unlike most
Speaker 2: of the other drivers, I enjoy the long rides, especially
Speaker 2: the part of the trip when I'm alone, just me
Speaker 2: and the music. I've also been lucky in that the
Speaker 2: customers on those long trips have been mostly pleasant, and
Speaker 2: the entire ride with each was uneventful except for the
Speaker 2: last one. That is. Dispatch got a call around four pm,
Speaker 2: one hour afternoon from a woman that had to get
Speaker 2: home as soon as possible due to a family emergency,
Speaker 2: but the RV that her and her husband were using
Speaker 2: to tour the province to mark their recent early retirement
Speaker 2: had broken down and the garage couldn't get the part
Speaker 2: for at least another day, so a cab was her
Speaker 2: only choice. I won't say where she was going beyond
Speaker 2: it being near the northwest corner of Algonquin Park. With
Speaker 2: her address programmed into my GPS.
Speaker 1: Off we went.
Speaker 2: We chatted for the first half hour or so, and
Speaker 2: she explained that her father had fallen from his roof
Speaker 2: while fixing some shingles and it hurt himself badly. She
Speaker 2: didn't have all the details, but what she did have
Speaker 2: had her worried. She asked if I minded if she
Speaker 2: nodded off, because she was going to be too busy
Speaker 2: to sleep once she got home. I assured her that
Speaker 2: it was quite all right, so the rest of the
Speaker 2: trip was made in silence except for the radio. Of course,
Speaker 2: it had been a hot August day, but by eight
Speaker 2: thirty in the evening it was very pleasant, with a cool,
Speaker 2: light breeze that had blown away the day's humidity. My
Speaker 2: customer had woken up once we turned onto the fire
Speaker 2: route that led to her house. A washboard section of
Speaker 2: dirt road will do that. At around the four mile
Speaker 2: mark halfway. It turned out to be we both saw
Speaker 2: a large black blur across the road at the faintest
Speaker 2: edge of my high beams. That's a good sized bear,
Speaker 2: I commented, a nervous little uh huh was all I
Speaker 2: got is a reply. I didn't inquire any further, assuming
Speaker 2: that bears frightened her. That's understandable. She had enough on
Speaker 2: her mind as it was. If you've ever driven on
Speaker 2: an interior fire route, you know that you can't go
Speaker 2: very fast on a lane and a half wide if
Speaker 2: you're lucky. But also because of the abundance of wildlife,
Speaker 2: so I wasn't surprised in the least, and I was
Speaker 2: kind of expecting some. Not giving it another thought, I
Speaker 2: continued on to the customer's house. I helped her with
Speaker 2: her luggage and wished her father the best, and then
Speaker 2: got back in the van and I left. Going back
Speaker 2: up the fire route, I looked for a good spot
Speaker 2: to pull the van over, at least partially off the road,
Speaker 2: because nature was calling rather insistently. I know what you're asking.
Speaker 2: If you're on such a backwoods dirt road, why are
Speaker 2: you bothering to get out of anyone's way? Well, I
Speaker 2: figure that my customer wasn't going to be far behind me,
Speaker 2: and besides, the company I worked for drills it into
Speaker 2: us park out of traffic's way when picking up or
Speaker 2: dropping off people so that they aren't deluged with any
Speaker 2: more complaints than they already get. Really, though, it's just
Speaker 2: a polite thing to do anyway, it took quite a
Speaker 2: while to find a suitable spot, so when I did,
Speaker 2: I wasted no time turning the van off and getting
Speaker 2: out and over to the passenger side to take care
Speaker 2: of business. Feeling greatly relieved, I decided to have a
Speaker 2: smoke and soak in the piece and quiet for a
Speaker 2: few minutes and stretch before the four and a half
Speaker 2: hour return home. Pacing slowly back and forth along the
Speaker 2: passenger side of the van, I noticed that my footsteps
Speaker 2: through the twigs and lee litter were unusually loud, so
Speaker 2: I stopped and listened to absolutely nothing. There weren't even
Speaker 2: crickets chirping. It was weird. Finishing my cigarette, I turned
Speaker 2: to circle the back of the cab and drop the
Speaker 2: butt onto the dirt, keeping my eyes down on it
Speaker 2: to make sure I stepped on it to grind it
Speaker 2: out as I lifted my eyes. There was enough of
Speaker 2: a full moon shining through the tree canopy for me
Speaker 2: to see two gigantic hairy feet just back from the
Speaker 2: opposite side of the road. I froze. Those weren't palls,
Speaker 2: These were definitely toes. A jolt of excitement shot through me.
Speaker 2: I'm seeing a real life sisquatch, I thought. Cold fear
Speaker 2: soon followed. I didn't hear it coming. The van was off,
Speaker 2: everything else was eerily silent, and I had not heard
Speaker 2: a thing. I slowly raised my eyes and saw calves
Speaker 2: as big as my thighs, and then thighs at least
Speaker 2: as big a round as a car steering wheel. After
Speaker 2: noting that it was a mail, I stopped when I
Speaker 2: was looking straight ahead into a hairy stomach. It's funny
Speaker 2: what can go through your mind during times of stress.
Speaker 2: I kept seeing clips from nature shows about gorilla behavior
Speaker 2: in the wild, hoping that these could be at least
Speaker 2: somewhat applicable. My curiosity and excitement beat out my fear,
Speaker 2: forcing my eyes to continue upwards. A barrel chest led
Speaker 2: into shoulders over four feet wide. As my eyes crept higher,
Speaker 2: they came to a long chin resting on a little
Speaker 2: to no neck. Finally our eyes met I saw his
Speaker 2: thin lips part as he let out a long, low growl.
Speaker 2: My heart dropped into my stomach. Just then, a car
Speaker 2: came over the hill about fifty yards back to my left,
Speaker 2: illuminating the whole area. The sasquatch took a step back,
Speaker 2: turned to look at the approaching car, finished the one eighty,
Speaker 2: and walked back into the dark of the bush in
Speaker 2: a few long strides, disappearing entirely. I couldn't turn my
Speaker 2: head away from the direction that the heavily muscled harry
Speaker 2: back had went until the car slowed to a stop
Speaker 2: in front of me. The passenger side window glided down,
Speaker 2: and I leaned over to see my customer. She had
Speaker 2: a very concerned look on her face as she asked,
Speaker 2: are you okay? My brain seemed incapable of getting my
Speaker 2: vocal cords to work, so I just nodded, follow me out, okay. Again,
Speaker 2: I just nodded. My body seemed to be moving on
Speaker 2: autopilot as I straightened up and finished the circle around
Speaker 2: the van, jumped in and started it up, pulling out
Speaker 2: behind her. When she passed, I followed her out the
Speaker 2: country road She stopped just short of the pavement and
Speaker 2: got out and walked back to the cab. Are you
Speaker 2: sure you're okay, she asked, after I rolled down the window,
Speaker 2: finally able to speak. I nodded and I said, yeah,
Speaker 2: I think so. Thank you so much for showing up
Speaker 2: when you did. I don't know. You're very welcome, she
Speaker 2: cut in, But I really have to go. I'd love
Speaker 2: to discuss this with you, but I don't have the time.
Speaker 2: I have to go see my father. With that, she
Speaker 2: turned and walked back to her car, and off she went.
Speaker 2: I didn't follow right away, taking the time to set
Speaker 2: my GPS for the shop and to light a cigarette.
Speaker 2: To my surprise, my hands weren't shaking at all. That
Speaker 2: changed as I was putting the van into gear. An
Speaker 2: inhumanely loud howl split the air, sounding no more than
Speaker 2: one hundred to one hundred and fifty feet away. My
Speaker 2: blood almost stopped flowing as the transmission dropped into gear
Speaker 2: and I stomped on the pedal, throwing dirt and gravel
Speaker 2: out behind me in a rooster tail. I can take
Speaker 2: a hint. People find as zen in their own ways.
Speaker 2: For me, it's driving long distances alone usually it does anyway,
Speaker 2: this time not so much. I played the experience over
Speaker 2: and over during the drive back to the yard, making
Speaker 2: sure to secure every detail that I could to my memory.
Speaker 2: I am five foot eleven, and a level gaze had
Speaker 2: me looking directly into its stomach. I figure his height
Speaker 2: to be somewhere between eight foot six nine feet tall.
Speaker 2: His weight had to be at least five hundred pounds.
Speaker 2: He wasn't proportioned quite like a human. The car headlights
Speaker 2: gave me a good enough look, albeit short, to see
Speaker 2: that his arms were longer than hours, with his fingers
Speaker 2: reaching past mid thigh. The nails, and they were nails,
Speaker 2: not claws, were jagged, like he spent a lot of
Speaker 2: time digging in rough terrain. The hair was dark, almost black,
Speaker 2: seeming longer on the shoulders and arms than elsewhere. His
Speaker 2: barreled chests slowly expanded and contracted with each enormous breath.
Speaker 2: The lung capacity must be staggering. His face was dark
Speaker 2: skinned and hairless, giving me a good view of his
Speaker 2: thin lipped, wide mouth, broad flat nose, and deep set
Speaker 2: eyes under a prominent but smaller brow ridge than I expected.
Speaker 2: I have the impression of him having a cone shaped head,
Speaker 2: but I can't say for certain. His turn and walk
Speaker 2: into the darkness was amazingly fluid and graceful, even while
Speaker 2: taking strides twice as long as mine. By no means
Speaker 2: was he a lumbering giant. After giving it a lot
Speaker 2: of thought, I decided that he never really meant me
Speaker 2: any harm. My initial dread at the imagined reason for
Speaker 2: his stealthy approach was muted when I realized that if
Speaker 2: it did want to hurt me, it could have done
Speaker 2: so before I even knew it was there. I think
Speaker 2: that it only growled like that because I made direct
Speaker 2: eye contact with him. It remained as motionless as I
Speaker 2: had been, but I don't doubt that it was checking
Speaker 2: me out and must have come to the conclusion that
Speaker 2: I wasn't a threat and would not challenge him. His
Speaker 2: almost nonchalant manner he had when the car arrived left
Speaker 2: me thinking that he was quite familiar with the comings
Speaker 2: and goings around the area, and my customer was very
Speaker 2: familiar with him. By the end of the drive, I
Speaker 2: decided that I wouldn't tell anyone what happened except for
Speaker 2: my family. Well, I might have told one of the
Speaker 2: other drivers at the very worst, he would think that
Speaker 2: it was a good story. As for my customer, I
Speaker 2: was tempted to get her phone number from the office,
Speaker 2: but ultimately decided against it. She had problems of her
Speaker 2: own and probably wouldn't want to answer a million of
Speaker 2: my questions. Imagine my surprise when a couple of weeks later,
Speaker 2: when I got into work, there was a message waiting
Speaker 2: for me. The office manager said that the customer had
Speaker 2: called to thank us for getting her home safely, and
Speaker 2: that since I had been so concerned about her father,
Speaker 2: that she wanted me to know that he had been
Speaker 2: touching go for a week, but he was doing much
Speaker 2: better now. She had asked for my phone number and
Speaker 2: had understood when the dispatcher told her that he could
Speaker 2: not give the phone number out, but she insisted that
Speaker 2: he give me her number and to call her when
Speaker 2: it was convenient. We've since become good friends and we
Speaker 2: actually talk often. She has given me permission to write
Speaker 2: up her stories, so you'll probably be hearing from me
Speaker 2: a few more times at least