Father Falls

Date: 10/9/2016

For some reason my dad and I, along with family friends, we're practicing scaling the World Trade Center buildings. These ones were replicas that were about 200ft high and the base of each one only was a 5x5 ft square. It was just rope that we had. No harnesses or anything. I had to figure out how to secure myself to the rope. I decided to wrap it once around my waist and crochet knot the end of the rope back onto itself. Someone was belaying me as I climbed to the top of the building. I reached the top and I was on all fours shaking from how tall up I was. My dad was telling me to calm down and relax as he tried jumping from one building to another and fell off. He grabbed a metal bar that connected the two replica buildings and his body swung really far off into the distance where he tried to land on a trampoline-ish object, but he missed it completely and landed by a fence on some grass. I climbed down the building yelling and crying out "dad! Dad!!!" And ran towards him. It took about 30 seconds to sprint over to him with what felt like an eternity. It felt like running down a stretching hallway. Someone else ran after him and went to check on him while I ran into this office and yelled out to anyone to call 911. I ran back out to my dad and asked him if he was okay as I was sobbing. He turned over and said "I'm fine, it just hurts to breathe." At this point I noticed he had no limbs, but they weren't ripped off, they were just stubs like he never had limbs ever. But that didn't seem to mind me while we waited for the ambulance to come. I woke up before I could say anything more.