A Parent's Nightmare Beyond Belief

S-Des

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The single most fucked up thing I've ever seen. As a father, I thought I had considered every possible nightmare, but this tops them all. I'd say it's an interesting story idea, but damn, I don't think I could stomach writing it.




<<< INDIANAPOLIS - A couple sat by their daughter's hospital bedside for weeks after an auto accident until she came out of a coma and they realized she was not their daughter after all, but another blond-haired young woman injured in the wreck. Their own daughter, it turned out, was dead and buried.
In a tragic mix-up, one family had been incorrectly told their daughter had died in the April 26 crash in Indiana, and another was erroneously informed their daughter was in a coma.

The two young women — both students at Indiana's Taylor University — looked remarkably alike, and the one in a coma suffered facial swelling, broken bones and cuts and bruises, and was in a neck brace.
The family of Laura VanRyn, 22, disclosed the mix-up Wednesday on a Web log that they had used to record detailed updates on the young woman's recovery.

"Our hearts are aching as we have learned that the young woman we have been taking care of over the past five weeks has not been our dear Laura, but instead a fellow Taylor student of hers, Whitney Cerak," the VanRyns said on the blog. >>>



Even the parents who found out their daughter was alive had to go through five weeks of hell. Just fucking unbelievable.
 
[QUOTE=S-Des]The single most fucked up thing I've ever seen. As a father, I thought I had considered every possible nightmare, but this tops them all. I'd say it's an interesting story idea, but damn, I don't think I could stomach writing it.




<<< INDIANAPOLIS - A couple sat by their daughter's hospital bedside for weeks after an auto accident until she came out of a coma and they realized she was not their daughter after all, but another blond-haired young woman injured in the wreck. Their own daughter, it turned out, was dead and buried.
In a tragic mix-up, one family had been incorrectly told their daughter had died in the April 26 crash in Indiana, and another was erroneously informed their daughter was in a coma.

The two young women — both students at Indiana's Taylor University — looked remarkably alike, and the one in a coma suffered facial swelling, broken bones and cuts and bruises, and was in a neck brace.
The family of Laura VanRyn, 22, disclosed the mix-up Wednesday on a Web log that they had used to record detailed updates on the young woman's recovery.

"Our hearts are aching as we have learned that the young woman we have been taking care of over the past five weeks has not been our dear Laura, but instead a fellow Taylor student of hers, Whitney Cerak," the VanRyns said on the blog. >>>



Even the parents who found out their daughter was alive had to go through five weeks of hell. Just fucking unbelievable.[/QUOTE]


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Hello S-Des and welcome, I have not seen your SN before; but your post deserves a response.

I am somewhat of a Pariah on this forum so my response should not necessarily be seen as compliment, nonetheless...

I am also a father...six of my own (disregarding DNA{never trust a woman} and two step children) and 19 grandchildren and thus far, I have not had to experience the demise of any of them, always a father's fear.

The tone of your post was that of a writer and I can relate to that. The characters in my stories come alive to me and I suffer with them through bad times and elate through good times and...and...and...yes...sometimes...we must write tragedy into their lives as the story line demands. And yes, I would not enjoy writing a plot with the scenario you described.

But...if we, as writers, do not...then who will? A hack newspaper reporter on a deadline?

There is a story there, yes, without a doubt. I sense you are asking should it be written and I answer; yes, indeed, if you feel it as you seem to.

We/I have an ongoing debate concerning human emotions, what they are, where they originate, what function they perform...the emotions that would emerge from the situation you related should be explored, rationally and objectively, on one hand and then totally irrationally and female, spontaneous, on the other hand.

I suggest you do explore a story line for that event and I wish you the very best of success and offer my editing skill, such as it is, should you need it.

Amicus...
 
Ami, me dear, quit trying to poke us womenfolk with that stick. Especially since i'm the rational one when it comes to the RA and i.

Des - It's a horrible story. But it actually happens more often than you would think. My aunt got into a wreck some number of years back, probably 13 or 14 or so, and the passenger in the other car looked nearly like her. Both were banged up and bruised. They were taken to the hospital she worked at, and not even the people there could tell them apart. It was only after we got there that we identified which one was her, because of a slight difference in their haircuts.
 
I remember a similar story on a daytime talkshow, maybe Oprah, a few years ago.

A teenager hit a family mini-van, killing one of two twin toddlers. The parents couldn't even tell and buried one child under the wrong name. Very sad.


Ami - please. Are there women chasing after your DNA? I imagine you're safe from all those evil Jezebels.
 
amicus said:
[QUOTE=S-Des]The single most fucked up thing I've ever seen. As a father, I thought I had considered every possible nightmare, but this tops them all. I'd say it's an interesting story idea, but damn, I don't think I could stomach writing it

Even the parents who found out their daughter was alive had to go through five weeks of hell. Just fucking unbelievable.


~~~~~~~~~

Hello S-Des and welcome, I have not seen your SN before; but your post deserves a response.

I am somewhat of a Pariah on this forum so my response should not necessarily be seen as compliment, nonetheless...

I am also a father...six of my own (disregarding DNA{never trust a woman} and two step children) and 19 grandchildren and thus far, I have not had to experience the demise of any of them, always a father's fear.

The tone of your post was that of a writer and I can relate to that. The characters in my stories come alive to me and I suffer with them through bad times and elate through good times and...and...and...yes...sometimes...we must write tragedy into their lives as the story line demands. And yes, I would not enjoy writing a plot with the scenario you described.

But...if we, as writers, do not...then who will? A hack newspaper reporter on a deadline?

There is a story there, yes, without a doubt. I sense you are asking should it be written and I answer; yes, indeed, if you feel it as you seem to.

We/I have an ongoing debate concerning human emotions, what they are, where they originate, what function they perform...the emotions that would emerge from the situation you related should be explored, rationally and objectively, on one hand and then totally irrationally and female, spontaneous, on the other hand.

I suggest you do explore a story line for that event and I wish you the very best of success and offer my editing skill, such as it is, should you need it.

Amicus...[/QUOTE]

Good morning Ami.... *slips over and snugs him* If I ever go crazy and decide to have more, I'll magically spirit away some of your genes for them, you know that.

Des, I agree... that would be my worst nightmare. Thank gods the chances of it ever happening to my boys is small *hefting the roll of bubblewrap as we speak* simply because they are a bit unique in looks. (Just.... trust me. I swear I don't have them wandering around in padding, pillows, packing peanuts bubblewrap, Kevlar, riot gear and have a proximity alarm on them. Would I do that? :rolleyes: )
 
'Snugs' are accepted and welcomed anytime even if voyeuristically in absentia, although I would prefer to exchange bodily fluids (Sly and Bullock) in Demolition Man, rather than electronically, ifin U don't mind.

(thanks)

amicus...
 
Well I wasn't here and you weren't there... the snugs would be physical. I love snugs.
 
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