One day there was an old man hiking in the
rocky mountains of Colorado. He was in his fifties, but he looked 35. He was in
good shape and exercised regularly. He was Italian and had a broad shoulders
and thick, scruffy, black hair with hints of gray forming in it.
The shoes he
was wearing were black Nike running shoes. He would have rather had some hiking
shoes, but he did not have time to buy them and was on a tight budget. He was
hiking to the peak of a mountain close to the town that he lived by.
He started
his journey up the mountain trail on the warm summer morning. He was hiking at
a good and steady pace, and was about half way, when he stopped to the side of the
trail for a 5 minute rest and water break. As he was guzzling his ice-cold
water, he heard some tree twigs and branches breaking in the distance behind
him. He quickly stood up and turned around on alert. Then that’s when he
spotted his worst nightmare. There, only 20 feet ahead of him, stood a 12
foot-tall Kodiak grizzly bear.
After standing
there in shock for a good 60 seconds, the man freaked out and did the wrong
thing. He made a sudden movement and began running down the trail screaming
like a little school girl. When he took off, one of his shoes came off as he
ran down the trail. After about 30 seconds of sprinting down the trail with one
shoe on, the grizzly bear caught up to him and took him down. Then the man
somehow slipped away from the bear’s grip and made it to his car and took off
and got away. That’s how the man lost his shoe.
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