Observation 2.

May 23, 2004- Kasie was 30 and was grilling at a church BBQ. She was very overweight yet short and wearing a summer dress. A little tree branch snapped out of nowhere and hit me and her. She was a dramatic girl anyway and fell backwards, screaming. There was silence for about ten seconds, as she laid on her back with knees bent and feet in flip-flops on ground. Then I heard a wail start and it got louder as she tilted her head back. The loudness of the wail was correlating and getting louder the further she tilted her head back. It went on for ten seconds. I thought to myself, "we've seen her cry now". Then she took a breath, chest heaved, and she belted out the loudest most violent cry I have ever heard in my entire life. She was a singer at church and really hit the high notes when crying too. I felt embarassed and awful for her, even though I was injured too. She had a big lip curl but mostly did the wide open mouth cry, tears flooded her face and rolled backwards, sideways, and down, making the way to her forehead, ears, neck....everywhere. It was massive! There's no way she had any concept that she was at the center of attention, crying in front of hundreds  of people, nor could she have had ANY control over the sounds, appearance, or hide her face, or even attempt to mask the crying. Mascara oozed everywhere and I'm sure all of her makeup was gone within one minute of that cry fully starting. Someone called the ambulance and it ended up taking twenty-five minutes and Kasie's cry never let up. She was crying with the same intensity when paramedics reached her as she was when the cry started. She kept cryong during the five minutes they were tending to her. I felt bad because they needed several guys to lift her on the stretcher and into the ambulance, and she kept howling and crying the whole time. We could still hear some of her sobs when the ambulance door shut. I was beyond embarassed for her.

She must have a low crying threshold because she didn't need any stitches or have any obvious injury. I ended up reaking my thumb at the joint and had to get a few stitches in my head.

Kasie must have felt humiliated because she skipped church the next two weeks, which is unlike her. She came back and told everyone she broke her arm. It's weird, she started being mean to me after that and even made a remark to me on the one-year anniversary of the cry, leading me to believe that she is bothered that she's the only one of us who cried that day. Weird, I know. Maybe she has a crying fear too.

My friend randomly brought up that day to me four years  later and made fun of Kasie for crying and did an impression of her. I don't know why she did that.

Anyway, hope this was detailed enough.