I had a very strange start to my day today.
The loudest "crash boom flash" I have ever been subjected to seemed to THROW me out of bed early this morning. I Flew to the window to catch the very end of a huge flash.
For an instant I literally thought the world was ending. I expected to see a mushroom cloud and the associated nuclear blast as I looked out. (yes I watched Terminator 3 just the other night,I guess it sank a little deeper into my psyche than I would like to admit)
My pulse was pounding and my thoughts raced as my mind, newly thrust into consiousness, tried to grasp the situation.
The loudest "crash boom flash" I have ever been subjected to seemed to THROW me out of bed early this morning. I Flew to the window to catch the very end of a huge flash.
For an instant I literally thought the world was ending. I expected to see a mushroom cloud and the associated nuclear blast as I looked out. (yes I watched Terminator 3 just the other night,I guess it sank a little deeper into my psyche than I would like to admit)
My pulse was pounding and my thoughts raced as my mind, newly thrust into consiousness, tried to grasp the situation.
It reminded me of the times during my internship my pager would jolt my mind back to consciousness with harsh tones that likely signalled an end to my rest for that evening.
Rain pounded down in sheets. A thunderstorm, unsual for Februrary.
I did a quick lap of the house and found it intact. Amazing. I would have thought it was blown apart from the sheer deafening roar of the thunder clap.
I went about my day and didn't give it much thought. I was out running various errands the entire day and evening.
As I sat talking to my daughter that evening she excitedly relayed the days events.
Then she stopped. "Dad, did you hear a farmer here in town was struck by lightning and killed?"
No I didnt know. Then I thought of how I was awakened that morning.
And I realized that it was likely that the same bolt that had so rudely tossed me out of bed had taken that mans life.
Rain pounded down in sheets. A thunderstorm, unsual for Februrary.
I did a quick lap of the house and found it intact. Amazing. I would have thought it was blown apart from the sheer deafening roar of the thunder clap.
I went about my day and didn't give it much thought. I was out running various errands the entire day and evening.
As I sat talking to my daughter that evening she excitedly relayed the days events.
Then she stopped. "Dad, did you hear a farmer here in town was struck by lightning and killed?"
No I didnt know. Then I thought of how I was awakened that morning.
And I realized that it was likely that the same bolt that had so rudely tossed me out of bed had taken that mans life.
I thought about his family, and I thought about how I would have known a lot sooner if I was still serving as coroner.
It's a wild world we live in.
Doc
It's a wild world we live in.
Doc
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