The pain shot up my body like a train rolling through the station. Slowly at first, then fast. Almost to fast to comprehend. All I could think, was that this was going to leave a scar. A scar of love. I needed something to remember this moment by. It was one of those moments where the world seemed iridescent, bright and fuzzy. Things soon slowed down, to sluggish speeds. It was an unusual sensation to say the least. I’ve lived all my life in the lightning capitol of the world, but never once have I heard of anyone being struck. At least not here. Not ’till now. I’ve seen the reports on the T.V. Usually some jerk in Minnesota with a four-wheeler who thinks he’s gonna have a little extra fun, mud-slingin’ in the rain. Boy is he wrong!

As for me, I was just a mindin’ my own business. Well, I supposed it looked a little gloomy, but the weather here changes faster than the tides. It was sunny when I was struck, As though the clouds parted just for me! Any-who, it didn’t take long for the ambulance to arrive on scene. While my town is located in the middle of nowhere, it’s one of those places where everybody knows everybody else, though I kept mostly to myself, I was hit downtown! So luckily, there was someone nearby to call 911. Usually when you hear of strikes, it’s out in the middle of a field, or in a forest where there just ain’t human life for at least a few hundred miles. It was really quite bizarre.

It still seems strange to think I had just bought my Starbucks when it hit. Maybe god was trying to tell me something about my caffeine addiction?! I doubt it, but still a pretty interesting thought. Then again, maybe it was karma. As it is, I keep getting off subject. After the ambulance arrived, and I thought this was truly ironic, they shocked me with one of those medical shock paddles. It was as though I could see myself from above my own body, but there was nothing I could do. Every time they shocked me, it kinda sucked my spirit in a little closer to my body. Quite an awful feeling. Almost painful.

Fight fire with fire I always say. I mean, hey, it worked, and I’m alive to tell about it. Once I was conscious, they didn’t quite let me hang out in the hospital like I expected. It was really more like “here, take these placebos, and you’ll be ok”. No real helpful drugs, no “I’m so glad your alive!” nothin. Ever since the accident, people have been more uptight towards me. As though I did something wrong. The egos of others grew, and my self worth fell low. Lower than the stories you hear of people coming down off drugs. My drug became anti socialism. I had to stay away from people. It seemed like everybody felt they were better than me.