I’ve spent most of my life trying to get hit by lighting, but it’s never happened.
Step right over here by my bank of capacitors..........
I’m sure you’re kidding, but you really don’t want to get hit by lightning.
In the summer of 1968, a friend and I were walking along a path that ran parallel with an 8 foot tall galvanized wire fence. The path was about 6 foot away from the fence. My friend was closest to the fence, and I was the furthest. We could see a huge black cloud coming, and we knew we were going to get soaked. We didn’t care, it was really hot and the rain was welcome.
I remember the feeling of a charge of static as if you were rubbing your hair with a balloon. I looked at my friend and his hair was standing on end. The next thing I remember was a blinding flash, and almost immediatley a blast of thunder like I’ve never heard.
My friend was on the ground crying and uttering complete gibberish as if the neurons in his brain had lost connection. He peed in his pants and was rolling on the ground hysterically, crying and alternatley babbling a completly incoherant language.
I didn’t know what to do except hold onto him and try and calm him, he was scaring the living crap out of me.
Finally, after about 15 minutes, his senses started to return to him, and he soon recovered completley after about a half hour.
He doesn’t remember anything from between the time we felt the first drops of rain until the time he could speak intelligble language again.
I hate to think of what would have happened if we were just a few feet closer.
The next day we went back to the spot to see if there was any traces of the lightning strike. About 200 feet of fence was turned to rust.