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A tall tale called LUCK RAN OUT. Dear Sirs: I am writing in response to your response to your request for additional information. In block number 3 of the accident reporting form, I put, “trying to do job alone,” as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully, and I trust that the following details will be sufficient. I am a bricklayer by trade. On the date of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work, I discovered that I had about 500 pounds of bricks left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decide to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which fortunately was attached to the side of the building, at the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out attached to the rope and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 500 bricks. You will note in block number 11 of the accident form that I weigh 135 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say at a rather rapid rate of speed I proceeded up the side of the building, In the vicinity of the third floor, I meet the barrel coming down. This explains the fractured skull and broken collar bone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time I regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel now weighed approximately 50 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel going up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles and lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me down enough to lessen my injuries when I fell on the pile of bricks and fortunately, only three vertebras were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the bricks in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost presence of mind and let go of the rope. God is good
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 15:51:11 +0000

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