The keeper of the post lights on the St. Johns River, Florida, wrote in his logbook the following report in May of 1912:

“I arrived at the light at 9:30 am. I took the lamp out. As I went to blow it out, it exploded and knocked me off the light (twenty-two feet) and I did not do anything until 12 am. When I came to, I found the lamp gone. I crawled back to the boat two hundred and fifty feet, got another lamp and put it on the beacon and lit it. Then came home (eight miles). Injury: Broken leg just above the ankle and severe bruised shin and bruised arm and lick on head.”

Now that’s what we call dedication.