![]() The jogger didn’t stop, or even turn around. It wasn’t like her to say anything to a stranger, but curiosity overcame her, and she asked, “What are you doing jogging in your bare feet?” What really caught her attention was his feet. He was tall and somewhat heavy, and appeared to be about her age-she was fifty-six. The footsteps came closer, and then a jogger passed her. It was just after six, on a warm Saturday in late July of 1998 she liked the quiet and the early-morning light. Illustration by Mark UlriksenĪs Susan Greer was walking her golden retriever one morning near her home, in Morristown, New Jersey, she heard footsteps behind her. Susan Greer didn’t care what her friends thought-she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.
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