My mother was never a fan of lightning storms. If she was well, she would never move to the lightning capital of the US, Orlando. But she is not so here she lives.
When I was young and we would get storms back on the island, my mother would go take a nap at the first boom. She would not allow us to watch TV or listen to radio, or even talk on the phone. As if to underscore the point, one day, our neighbor’s house was struck by lightning as they were watching TV, blowing up their cable connection and their VCR (yes, I’m that old, shut up).
As a second confirmation of her fears, about 15 years later I was an Assistant Telemarketing Director for a college back home. We were in the middle of a storm when my phone rang. In the middle of the conversation, as we all watched in slow motion, lightning hit outside, a piercing sound came through my phone and I was unable to hear for two weeks.
Needless to say, I no longer care if the TV is on. I do try to avoid talking on the phone or just being outside when one of those things happen. So imagine my surprise when I was caught in the storm today, with my mother using a walker, outside, as it started raining.
Let me set the scene for you. My mother had therapy today and after that, we went to the mall to pick up my daughter. We noticed it was getting dark outside at 3:00 PM and we knew it meant rain. My daughter came inside to lock the dog back and make my mother’s sofa comfy for her. She did notice we were taking longer than usual. Then she heard it.
Now let me tell you what I saw. I am helping my mom while she slowly walked towards the door. Snails could have made it to the door before we did. I see a white light that seems to be about to hit the tree close by and then I hear this resounding boom. I cover my mother and me. She is crouching inside her walker. I start wondering if the walker is metal or aluminum. I can’t stop laughing as I realize that I just escaped electrocution. My mother sped up towards the door, where my daughter was in shock…and laughing.
Even when my mother was well, she was never the fastest walker. I only remember one other time I saw her walk that fast. A long time ago, we lived in a condominium and there was an earthquake. We lived on the 20th floor and I thought it would be interesting to see the earthquake happen from the balcony. After she yelled at me to get back inside and it started really shaking, she ran to her bedroom. She had a grip on my hand that was hard to escape. That was the only other time I’ve seen my mother walk so fast. And I am still laughing.
There are days when everything about this disease is funny. Today was one of those. Have any funny stories about your journey, leave them in the comments section below.