My Lightening Story by jillie
Years ago, I took my Mom back to Chillicothe, Ohio, for her 50th high school reunion. It was in July, hot weather; beautiful.
We arrived two days before the reunion, so I got a chance to spend a whole day lounging at the hotel pool with a good book before helping get Mom gussied-up for the event.
It sorta clouded over that July day....I looked up from my book to the west and saw BIG, flat-bottomed clouds 'way off in the distance... just prior to hearing a long, low rumble. OOOH, OOOH, thunder...
I looked behind me, and there was my Mom...inside her room, tapping on the sliding door and gesturing
frantically with her hand for me to GET INSIDE!
What had escaped my notice was:
1. The 50 or so people who had been in and around the pool were gone. I was alone.
2. Both the table and the umbrella under which I was reading my book were made of metal.
3. The storm had picked up speed and was coming toward the hotel at an alarming rate. :rolleyes:
I was younger then, and could move PRETTY fast...
out the gate and up the stairs to my room...opening my curtains to look out... just as the lightening hit the wrought-iron fence around the pool... BANG!, BANG! BANG!....deafening!!! ....and arc to the umbrella under which I'd been sitting.
Did I have to listen to my MOTHER for the next hour or so about the potential consequences of my folly????? Bet-chur-bootie
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