This was the building of the First Baptist Church, where my grandparents went when they moved here. Then blah blah blah and the building became Cross of Calvary Baptist Church’s community outreach. Now it’s New Hope Wesleyan.
BUT MY POINT: the Saturday and Wednesday farmers markets take place in the parking lot. And the Southern Indiana Writers (including yours truly) sold books there one Saturday. I got there first, since I live closest and I have the books, and waited for T, who had the tent.
It was hot. It was VERY hot. The tent came, I was in the shade, I had water, but you know what? Beginning with this event, I’ve come to agree with T that I’m subject to heat exhaustion/stroke. Dizzy, nauseous, light-headed, hot but not sweating, check check check check.
So, first, here are the church doors. Because priorities.
And now the door that saved my life. Okay, it wasn’t the actual door itself. I mean, the door didn’t, like, call an ambulance or perform the Heimlich Maneuver. What happened was: I was stroking out, and one of the vendors called the Baptists and they let me go in through this life-saving door into the air conditioning. Hallerluyer.
So endeth the lesson for today.
Thursday Doors is the purview of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Please visit his website and see some wonderful pictures. Then click on the blue frog link and find links to posts about doors from all over the world. You’ll be glad you did.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has a close brush with death and is rescued.