Ever had a moment where your life flashes before your eyes? That moment definitely occurred for me last summer while making a routine walk to the Customs’ building from my office.
After experiencing problems with the power lines, and having had our power out for more than an hour, we were in a rush to get paperwork processed. So as soon as possible I made the 1min jaunt over to Customs to drop things off in hopes of getting it through before our clients had to cross the boarder. Little did I know that the fallen power lines behind our office had not been fixed properly.
I was walking through the back parking lot that takes me to the door of the building I worked in when I heard a fairly alarming sound. If I could demonstrate on here, I probably would, but alas, I’m just not that creative with the English alphabet. Basically it was like a crackling and exploding noise, and when I looked above me to see where it was coming from, I saw a flaming power line falling down toward my head.
In that brief moment, I honestly thought I was a goner. I did value my life, so I decided I would make an attempt to save it by running. It was fairly shocking to realize I was still alive when I made it to the door of my office and heard my manager yelling about “them almost killing Jennifer.”
Needless to say, I’m a little wary of power lines- though really, what are the chances of having lightening strike twice?
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