Three days before I got married (the first time) I fell three stories after walking backwards through a chimney hole in a house my Father and I were building. I managed to break my fall by grabbing the studs on the lower two stories. I landed on the concrete slab that was waiting for the brick mason to build the fireplace upon. As I lay there, I remembered that my skillsaw went down with me. I rolled over just as this heavy "Black and Decker" saw hit the concrete. The blade was still spinning.

I got up, bleeding a bit, no skin on my fingers, and shrapnel all over my face from the saw, and went home. I think I said something like ... "SHUCKS!" I didn't go back to work until two weeks after the wedding. I would add that I didn't get out of bed for those two weeks, but if I did, I'm sure that someone would make a smart assed comment, so I won't add that comment!. CHEERS, Bob