Roy Sullivan was struck by lightning seven times. He survived seven times. It wasn't a horror movie, it was his life.
Roy Cleveland Sullivan is an ordinary ranger at Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. He lived modestly and worked honestly. But fate seemed to have its own plans for him – plans related to electricity.
He was born in 1912. He lived a long – and, let's face it, unique – life. He ended it tragically, unfortunately, but more on that later. For now, let's start from the beginning.
It all started in the spring of 1942. Sullivan was working as a forester when lightning struck the observation tower where he was. The tower caught fire. Roy, escaping the fire, ran outside. And then the first discharge caught up with him. He lost his toenail on the big toe of his right foot. It would seem like a coincidence. But it only seemed so.
Almost thirty years later, in 1969, lightning struck his truck. Roy lost consciousness. His hair was singed. And in 1970 – lightning again, this time in the yard of his house. His shoulder was injured.
He began to fear thunderstorms. And for good reason.
1972. Ranger Sullivan is back at work. Lightning strikes the lodge. He gets burns again. And in 1973 – a new strike, this time to the head. His hair caught fire. Roy managed to put it out with water. Since then, he has always carried a canister of water with him. Just in case.
"I'm just walking down the street, and suddenly – BAM! – lightning strikes me," Roy told his friends.
1976. Lightning catches up with him again. This time – in the ankle. And in 1977 – the last, seventh strike. Roy was fishing. Lightning struck his head, singed his hair, burned his chest and stomach. He was hospitalized. But he survived again. It was incredible.
Roy Sullivan died in 1983. Not from a lightning strike. He committed suicide. The reason – unrequited love. He never found his happiness. But his story remained. As an example of incredible resilience. And as a reminder that life can sometimes be unpredictable. Even if you are a lightning rod.
His hats are stored in the Guinness Book of Records. As a symbol of a man whom lightning loved – or cursed – more than anyone else in the world. He was feared. He was shunned. But he just wanted to live. Normally. Like everyone else.
He was a walking anomaly. An anomaly tired of anomalies.