My close shave story may sound silly, but to this day, I remember the terror and the extreme pain in my chest that occurred immediately afterwards. I had a summer job in the Park Service in SW Virginia. We were tearing down a barn that was built in the late 1700's and were going to use its timbers at a park where I worked.
The barn was huge, at least three stories tall. I was standing on the Tin roof when one of our trucks hit the side of the barn. My boots had just enough friction with the rust on the roof to hold me in place. But the truck hitting the side was enough to start me skidding toward the edge of the roof. I was literally sking toward a 30 foot drop trying to figure out how to stop. All I could do was sit down and hope the friction of my jeans agains t the roof slowed me down. IT DID!! I stopped just as my boots reached the edge. My chest was filled with such pain that I could not move for about 15 minutes.
After I finally got down boy did I curse out the driver of that truck.
Bill
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"Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words."
King John 2.1.466
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