In 1994 I attended a qausi-beauty pageant (it actually had more depth aside from dimensions and attire). I was supporting a lovely young woman in the pageant (now my wife). Each of the contestants, and if I remember right there were over sixty, had to answer a question for the audience. I still can repeat the question without any variance: If you could give the world one gift, what would you give, and how would you give it?
I recall my wife being contestant #47. Every time a girl came to the microphone the question was repeated. Every time she finished her one minute response, music played as she strolled off stage. Admittedly I was nauseous by the time ten of them had spoken; partly because I couldn’t take it anymore, and partly because I had something to say other than love and peace. But my now wife, was locked away in some holding chamber with the other contestants so they couldn’t hear the question or answers.
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