My step-dad’s mom has a story about how she was washing the windows in her farmhouse during a storm. Lightning struck her through the window. She was pregnant at the time and ended up losing the baby.
Can you imagine? Now, 60+ years later, if there is even a hint of a rumble of thunder, she runs to the basement.
What’s your lightning?
2 thoughts on “Lightning”
Awful story. Lightning and I had no issues growing up.
I felt so bad for her. It got me thinking about things that change your life. And she didn’t look like she’d had such an experience.