This was the day I was born, in Nampa Idaho. A few days earlier, my father had been struck by lighting while working on the other side of the state. After a long journey, both in distance and physically, he finally made it home just in time for my birth. This photo reminds me of my mother standing at the bus stop waiting for him to meet her so they could go to the hospital.
Thursday, July 9, 1992
This was the day I was born, in Nampa Idaho. A few days earlier, my father had been struck by lighting while working on the other side of the state. After a long journey, both in distance and physically, he finally made it home just in time for my birth. This photo reminds me of my mother standing at the bus stop waiting for him to meet her so they could go to the hospital.