As I watched the helecopter slowly make its way back into the valley through the rain and clouds (with the stretcher violently swinging underneath) I found myself holding my breath.  My thoughts immediately lept back to July 21, 1995 and I waited, for what seemed like hours, for the pilot to make his way back out.  I hope that young man realizes how lucky he his that the HFD pilots are so amazingly good and how being so stupid put more than just his life at risk.