I recall clearly, we were driving west on Dundas Street Woodstock onto Governors Road towards London and there he was,……………………………his own running style and we cheered and hooted BUT his face showed signs of other things we knew not. I feel fortunate to have met his mother Betty and to chat when living in Lake Errock BC. No matter how often I crossed Canada I (we) always stopped at his monument at Thunder Bay. What he started and has done for others the world over is without words for it was so great and I’m thankful for that moment.

Daniel Olmstead