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I am writing in response to your request for additional
information. In block number 3 of the accident reporting form, I
put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You said that I
should explain more fully, and I trust that the following details
will be sufficient.
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day 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
brick left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I
decided to lower them in a barrel by using the 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, and loaded the brick into it. Then I went back to
the ground, and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a
slow descent of the 500 pounds of bricks. You will note in block
number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh 135 pounds.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I
lost my presence of mind, and forgot to let go of the rope.
Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of
the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the
barrel coming down. This explains the fractured skull and broken
collarbone.
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 had 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 number 11. As
you might imagine, I began a rapid ascent up the side of the
building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up.
This accounts for the lacerations of my legs and lower body.
The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my
injuries when I fell onto the pile of bricks, and, fortunately,
only three vertebrae 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 my presence of mind...
I let go of the rope.