where margaret anderson lived. it's called the gateway to the national park. the gateway to mount rainier. the gateway where folks come to visit, reflect on their lives, and drink. it's a peaceful, serene usually. peaceful, serene, and beautiful place to visit. margaret's job usually was to guide folks, give direction, patrol the area, offer first aid, and just in general be the loving and kind person that she's been described here today and after her death and throughout the past year by friends and family who dearly miss her. but on new year's day things changed. her job took on a total different meaning. she was now the plow textor -- protector of those people who came to reflect and dream. their lives were in danger. and she stepped in front, she parked her car, blocked this crazed man with a firearm. many say that her actions saved many lives that day. but it didn't save hers. she died. she died protecting those she served. and i think it's only fitting because of that sacrifice and the service to that community and the love that that community has had fo