Tuesday, I was the Taco Bell and when I started to eat I got something caught in my throat. It felt like I was in a fish bowl because I could see everything around me, but I couldn’t breathe, or talk. All I could do was point at my throat and beckon to my wife that I was really in desperate trouble.

She wasn’t strong enough to help me so she started to yell for help. No one around us seemed to understand.

All of a sudden, I heard someone running clear across the room and he grabbed me and gave me three sharp squeezes and out it came.

Thank you, Steve LaMoore, for acting so quickly to my life-threatening peril. You just shook it off, but you are my hero.

Don Kirkendall

Niles