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Oh my. So I was driving home tonight, after work you know, just chillin. Actually, kind of nervous cause it was raining buckets and I couldn't really see. Anyways, I pass a house and I see orange in one of the trees and I was like, dang, that's not good. Yeah, it wasn't. Right when I slowed down to get a closer look, the fire hit the power line and exploded. So I gunned it and I guess the fire exploded the transformer(?) which exploded green behind me. Kind of freaky. I saw sparks falling in my rear view mirror. Dang, I'm glad God saved me from anything bad happening with that. I called my parents on the way home and when I got there, my dad told me they had just finished praying that I'd get home safe a minute before I called to tell them what happened and narrowly missing what could've been something pretty bad. That's pretty awesome if you ask me.
Oh, and we called the sheriff, you know, in case the fire spread or something.
Oh, and we called the sheriff, you know, in case the fire spread or something.