At one point in our lives, we lived on a 87-acre farm near Lake Bisteneau. As all farmers know, farm work never ends. One hot summer day, my husband and our 10-year-old son were digging post holes for some new fencing. My husband was operating the tractor and my son was manning the post hole digger. Hole after hole, they made their way across the pasture.
It was a typical Louisiana Day: a zillion degrees, high humidity and absolutely no shade. That's when it hit! My husband fell to his knees with full-fledged heat stroke.