Survivor Story: Hope
Staying Outside for Fireworks Backfired
In the summer of 2004, Omaha, NE, was hit with a ton of
storms which seemed to develop out of nowhere. Friday, July 2,
was no different. Just as every year my grandma and I had been camping
out at Memorial Park holding a spot for the family for that night to
enjoy the annual Celebrate America Concert and Fireworks Show. At around
5:30 pm, my grandma pointed east in the sky where it was
completely black over a suburb of Omaha across the river
called Council Bluffs. "The Bluffs is sure getting hit
hard," she told me. Within minutes
the storm had traveled west, instead of east as they normally do, across the river
and half way through Omaha. My grandma and I, not having a car at the park with us,
were forced to seek shelter from the rain and wind under our
tarp, like the countless others who had decided to wait out the storm.
It was about
a half hour into the storm that my grandmother recalls hearing what she calls
curtailing scream" coming from me. She looked over to see me lifted about
6 inches off the ground and dropped back down again. At first she thought I had just
become scared and jumped as she could tell that the lightning had struck not too
far away. Then as I continually repeated "my teeth feel like they are going to shatter
and my hair feels like it is going to fall out," she realized that in the position
I had been sitting in it would have made it impossible for me to jump. It was then
that the reality of how close the lightning had really hit set in.
of my scream, a lady sitting not too far from us rushed over and lifted up the
tarp. She wondered if everything was OK. My grandma told her that I
had been hit by the lightning. The lady said that she would run for help,
but instead a younger guy not too far away said he could get there
faster and ran off. My grandma then called my mom to tell her what
was going on.
All she had told my mom by the time the paramedics had
gotten there was, "We're taking Hope to the hospital." My grandma hung up then because the paramedics had arrived, leaving my mom to
worry about her only child. The paramedics asked me
a series of questions. "What is your name?" and "What is today?" to which I quickly
answered Hope and Friday, but when they asked me about my age, all I could say was "Uh..." My
grandma quickly told them I was 18 and then I responded "oh, I'm 18."
we were in a huge crowd the paramedic scooped me up in his arms and carried
me out to the drive where the medical golf cart was waiting. It was
too wet to lay me on the gurney so the paramedic sat me in the seat
next to the driver as he stood holding on to the side of the golf cart. My grandma followed in a medic
cart behind to the police bus where I was examined while they waited
for the ambulance to make it through the traffic.
wound was determined to be my right foot. My big toenail was now
missing. The exit was a scar on my face where a year and a half
earlier I had surgery. The scar on my face was bright red. When the
paramedic touched it he immediately jerked his hand away and said "owl." My
scar was hot enough to burn his fingers. My mom would later do the
same thing at the hospital when she too noticed how red my scar was.
I remember the sheer pain and being dropped back down to the ground.
After that the first thing I remember is fighting with the paramedic in
the ambulance. I am scared to death of needles and he was trying
to put an IV in me. I kept making the argument that I was going through
enough pain, I didn't need an IV in me to make it worse. I finally
relented after he explained that the way he would do it would be much less painful
than getting it put in at the hospital.
I was taken to the ER at University of Nebraska Medical Center where
3.5 hours and countless MRIs and Cat Scans later I walked out,
limped out is more like it actually. For the next couple of weeks bending
my right knee was impossible because much of my right side was temporarily
paralyzed. Since the strike, I tire more easily and have been diagnosed
with chronic fatigue syndrome. My migraines, which I have had since
I was 4, have also become more severe and frequent. I feel lucky though
that my injuries weren't as severe as they could have been; however,
it can be lonely sometimes when I need to nap or go to bed early while
my friends are all having fun. I would much rather join them, only
I lack the energy to at times. And sometimes people don't understand
that I can't push myself to stay up for the fun. But that's life and
I'm lucky to still be living it.