I was working for a Hotel near Niagara Falls, NY when I met my soon-to-be-husband Tom.
Tom, a businessman from Milwaukee, was lodging for the night before going back home the following day.
While working, I often stopped what I was doing to admire the majestic falls by Stupidly, standing on the bottom railing, with the top railing at my thighs, leaning my torso way out over the several hundred foot drop.
One evening when I did this, my shoe slipped and I would have tumbled over the railing if not for Tom. As I lurched forward, I felt his strong hands clasp my flailing leg.
When I turned around, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but I couldn’t tell if it was because of my near fall, or if it was because of the man standing in front of me.
My heart stopped palpitating though when he said, “that was stupid.”
I gave him a nervous giggle. At that moment that’s all I could muster.
But, in short order, we began to talk, and one thing led to another, and the following weekend we got married.
We got married at a park overlooking the falls where we met. That was 20 years ago.
Oh, the falls were beautiful that day.
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