Back in 1996 a sudden storm popped up. We had a 3 story house & DH & I had gone down to the basement bedroom to wake up DH along with our basset hound Princess. He had just woke up when the lightening hit the tv on the main floor & somehow it traveled across the floor & hit the ceiling fan (in the basement bedroom), struck my knee & hit DH. The room was pure white & we were on our hands & knees crawling out of that room screaming & crying along with Princess. Poor Princess was never the same. She could smell the storms coming & would shake something fierce. We both feel lucky to have survived that!