blade runner
New in Town
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- Ithaca, NY
A few years ago, my wife, daughter and I were at the Renaissance Festival near NYC and I took my daughter into their "dungeon" where they would show you various devices and methods of torture using props and dummies. When we got to the fourth or fifth one, I looked over and saw that my daughter (around age 15 or 16 at the time) was very pale. I asked if she was all right and she said "I can't see". I helped her to a bench to sit down and somebody got her some water and she eventually felt OK. I think she had been a few seconds from going down in a heap. It wasn't a shock that did it, but she felt empathetic toward the torture victims and used her imagination a little too much. Needless to say, we didn't finish that little tour.
We also had a wedding fainting in the family. Several decades ago, when my oldest brother got married, my older brother was best man. We in the wedding party had to stand through the whole ceremony for some reason. My older brother started leaning forward and taking little steps ahead. I didn't know what he was doing but I grabbed his sleeve to pull him back before he walked into the alter railing. My father and someone else realized he was fainting so they got up and helped him sit down. After a little while he got up again and joined us. About half a minute later, he just fell straight back like a ton of bricks. My father managed to reach out and catch his head just before it smacked into the pew. It's just a funny memory now, but it could have been a bad scene.
We also had a wedding fainting in the family. Several decades ago, when my oldest brother got married, my older brother was best man. We in the wedding party had to stand through the whole ceremony for some reason. My older brother started leaning forward and taking little steps ahead. I didn't know what he was doing but I grabbed his sleeve to pull him back before he walked into the alter railing. My father and someone else realized he was fainting so they got up and helped him sit down. After a little while he got up again and joined us. About half a minute later, he just fell straight back like a ton of bricks. My father managed to reach out and catch his head just before it smacked into the pew. It's just a funny memory now, but it could have been a bad scene.