Years ago, I was going back home to visit my folks by Greyhound. One night the bus was just outside of Cody, Wyoming, when the driver saw a deer get hit by the car ahead of us. It didn't stop. But the bus driver did. He got out to check on the deer. He came back to the bus and asked us, all 4 of us passengers, if we would mind if he brought the unconscious deer on board and would we swear not to tell the company. We said okay.
So the driver and one of the passengers carried the deer on the bus and off we went back to Cody. We had just hit town when the deer came to. The Vet's office was a couple of blocks away. The poor deer was running up and down the aisle when we arrived at midnight and no Vet. The driver said he knew the vet and would give him a call and left us with the deer. One of the passengers started to go into hysterics. He was from Oakland and had never been around or liked animals much. The deer began to tire and went and put its head on the sobbing 6ft 4 man's lap. He began to pet it. When the driver and vet finally got there the man had named the deer after his mother and wanted to pay it's vet bills. The vet said no charge for wild animals and took her off to be treated for her cuts and bruises. When we got to Denver, the driver told us that the deer was okay and that she was released back out in the wild that morning. Three of us cheered and clapped. The man from Oakland cried when he heard the news.
The other passengers thought we were all nuts and didn't have clue what was going on. The other part of the good news was that all four of us were assured seats by ourselves because nobody likes to sit next to crazy people. Submitted by Robin A.
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