 Okay, so it was March 23rd, 1963. It was probably in the middle of the night, very late at night. I'd gone to bed. I woke up. I wasn't feeling well. So she gets out of bed, goes across the hall. So she comes into you at one in the morning? Yeah. Wakes up her dad. And she says, my throat hurts. So the first thing he did is he got out this book. Very thick book, maybe three or four inches thick, hardback. A kind of diagnostic book. He thumbs through it, looks at his daughter. I said, holy s***.