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Patrick The Frenchman

I am not even sure about his last name, but during my first year as a bus driver, he was 74 years old & a fellow driver, & the first other driver to help me, give me advice, pointers, he was a mentor & became my friend at work, we talked every day, multiple times per day. About 2/3 of the way through that school year, back in 2021, I came to work to drive the bus, people who had never spoken a work to me, kept stopping & hugging me, crying, I was deeply confused, why are these people crying & sad & hugging me, so I go to the dispatch & Jerry tells me, I am really sorry, your best friend, Patric, he was putting the key into the door of his 90 Chevy Corvette & had a hard attack & died, I know you guys were really close, we covered your morning route, so you can have some time to take that in, and I feel really bad for you cause I knew that you loved each other as friends, I knew he was your best friend at work, you were always together when not driving, always talking, smiling & laughing, everyone here feels bad for you, I am so sorry Aaron. 

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