I have had several people tell me that they did not understand my story about my belonging to a TRACK TEAM. When you think about it where do you run to upon waking up from a deep sleep? What are the consequences if you don’t make it in time? After the third or fourth time it gets so annoying that I had to make a joke of it so I call it belonging to a Track Team. Thank goodness the track from the bed to the finish line (bath room) isn’t very far.

I have mentioned so many times how I enjoy having Brother Jim stop by early in the morning for a chat and a cup of coffee. We do a lot of reminiscing about the years of growing up in Greenwood. He is very good about visiting his three sisters and for that I am thankful. After all he is my baby brother. The other day we were talking about our Guardian Angels and how busy we have kept them in our life time. Some of the things he told me about his brought cold shivers. I asked him to write me his story so for the next two weeks I will share his story IT WAS A CLOSE CALL BY Jim Bolin. I hope it helps you to remember the many times your Guardian Angel was there for you.


I don’t know exactly why I’m alive today unless my much beleaguered guardian angel has had a hand in my very existence.

I have been shocked by lightning no fewer than 5 times. The last time (and probably the closest call) occurred when I lived near Mansfield a few years ago. I had purchased a piece of veneered furniture at an auction on Saturday and had left it in the back of my truck which was parked on a concrete slab out front of the house. At about 2 a.m. Sunday morning I was awakened by the sound of rain. Anyone who knows about veneered furniture knows that rain can ruin it very quickly. I jumped out of bed, stepped into my overalls and headed for the door. The door was metal. I grabbed hold of the door knob about the time lightning struck out in the yard. There I was, barefoot and in just another minute I would have been standing on wet concrete, leaning over the bed of the metal truck, lifting the piece of furniture out. As it was, my hand was almost welded to the door knob, lucky me!

The other four times were equally "shocking" but not quite the close call.

A year or so ago, my wife and I were awakened suddenly to a loud clap of thunder outside our bedroom window. We saw a large ball of light in the center of our ceiling. A ball of light travelled down our driveway also. "Ball lightning" is an unexplained electrical phenomenon which (according to research) can vary in size from pea-sized to several meters in diameter. It is usually associated with thunderstorms, but lasts considerable longer than the split-second flash of a lightning bolt. There seems to be some doubt among the scientific community about their very existence. There were no visible signs of a lightning strike (inside or outside the house) but we saw what we saw.

Just last month we had a lightning strike in the middle of the night. The end result was that we lost our phone system, television, security system, heat pump in the sunroom, and even our electric blanket. The electric company and tree-trimming company removed a tree from the alley behind the house across the street! None of our neighbors experienced any loss at all? The strange thing is that our clocks on the microwave and oven never skipped a beat and all our lights stayed on.

When I was a young lad, I found a .22 shell and decided to fire it even though we had no gun. I placed it on a flat rock, carefully pointing it toward the woods, stood behind it and dropped another large flat rock on the shell. It exploded just as I had figured it would. However, I had never heard the physics principle that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. In other words, the shell casing would have exited the other side of the rock at the same velocity. It could have removed a toe..or worse. I never even bothered to look for the casing.