A friend of mine bought a house recently in one of the “Best Places To Live In America” according to Money Magazine. It's in a coveted neighborhood, right next to a city park.
Although she makes less than 70K a year and is just out of nursing school, she paid cash for it.
How, you ask?
She didn't make any remarkable stock trade. She's not the CEO of a online company. A rich relative didn't pass away. She isn't a real estate master. Instead, she used the settlement she was awarded after getting hit by a lawn dart when she was an infant.
The only residual damage is an occasional numbness in the hand. Not a bad deal.
I can only recollect playing lawn darts once or twice. I remember seeing a family friend set the rings in the grass. Then the neighborhood kids and I started launching these things as high as we could in the air.
We laughed like idiots the whole time, but I distinctly remember thinking, "what if one of those things wacks me in the head!"
I also remember the scary heavy metal tip at the base of the plastic dart that swung from sky-side to kid-side at the peak of its ascent.
Not long after, I recall hearing that the company who made these awesome hazards got into some legal trouble. I can't say it was much of a surprise. Not with a title like Jarts: The Missile Game.
In a U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission Report dated May 15, 1997, this organization stated not only that lawn darts were “banned,” but it was also recommended that they “should be destroyed.”
It also stated that a 7-year-old became the victim of a brain injury when the lawn dart “pierced his skull.” Three other children actually died.
I guess it is best to toss out the old lawn dart kit you have in the garage.
But I couldn't help noticing three possibly drunk guys in Ohio looked like they had a good time when they won 400 bucks at an annual Jart tournament in 2008.
I guess they didn't get the memo.