For some reason, a buddy thought of me when he read this story. Not sure what that means, but it is a good story.
In 1986, Mikele Mebembe was on holiday in Kenya after
graduating from Northwestern University.
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull
elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The
elephant seemed distressed, so Mikele approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot
and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As
carefully and as gently as he could, Mikele worked the wood out with
his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its
foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather
curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense
moments. Mikele stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but
being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly,
turned, and walked away. Mikele never forgot that elephant
or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Mikele was walking through the Chicago
Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant
enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to
near where Mikele and his son Tapu were standing. The large bull
elephant stared at Mikele, lifted its front foot off the
ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several
times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mikele couldn't help
wondering if this was the same elephant. Mikele summoned up
his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the
enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared
back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk
around one of Mikele's legs and slammed him against the
railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.