That was close.
My nose hairs are standing at attention, my skin is crawling and my teeth are tingling like I just bit into a wad of tin foil.
Ever felt like this?
Living in the lightning capital of the world (Tampa area), I experience this nasty sensation more often than I’d like. And since my sister was knocked senseless by lightning when we were kids, I have more than a healthy respect for those silver bolts of destruction. I have fear.
(Don’t worry – my sister recovered. Mostly. Except for her strange chia pet hair and that crazy twitch of her left eyebrow that makes her look like Mr. Spock flirting with a Klingon.)
My neighbor had a near miss recently. During a severe thunder storm, a particularly virulent bolt zig-zagged strategically through the thick leafy canopy of a 50-year-old oak about 15 feet from his house, leaving a clean slice mark on the trunk but largely ignoring the tangle of oak branches while exploding its wrath on the much smaller crepe myrtle sheltered beneath the eaves of the house.
It was like the bolt was aiming. It snaked through and around the branches of the massive oak and the roof of the house sheltering the little bush to zero in on its target. Ka-BLOOEY! Big time.
The poor little crepe myrtle looked like it had jumped right out of its bark. Its branches were splintered into small shards, spread all over the front yard.
You could only survey the damage and shake your head, pondering all the disastrous could haves.
Near misses. You’ve had your share too, haven’t you? Maybe not with lightning, but something that was so close to calamity, it frightened the bejeebies out of you. How did you react? Did you dwell on the could haves and allow fear to kidnap your heart?
Or did you open your palms toward heaven and thank your Papa God that He protected you yet again?
I actually do both. What about you? I’d love to hear about your experience with near misses.
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