When we were back in the U.S., I had chance to visit with my Uncle John. It’s been at least a decade – or two – since I’d seen him last. Most of my memories of Uncle John involve seemingly preposterous tall tales, dubious sounding schemes, and supernatural encounters. Still, I always want to believe him.
This time, he had us laughing along with tales of his solitary life on a hilltop in the remote Arkansas back woods. He’s quite the raconteur, and this particular story ended with him getting struck by lighting*. The kicker was that he claimed to have a photo of it. At the exact moment the 50 mega-volt bolt of energy struck him, he happened to be holding a camera. And, he pushed the button.
Now, if you tell a story like this and claim to have a photo to prove it, then you’ve got to produce the photo lest you have some doubters. That was a month ago and I had completely forgotten about it.
Guess what just appeared in my Inbox.
If you want to know what it looks like to get hit by lighting, take gander.
*this wasn’t the first time. And, my brother also claims to have been hit by lighting multiple times. There just may be something in the family genes. Bode and I have managed to avoid it so far.