Jesus H Christ! What a horrible experience. Should we quit working on these devils?
My story about a thumb: 5 years old, ready to start kindergarten, summertime. Had watched street workers open the manhole middle of our residential intersection, using a long prybar.
An identical manhole cover existed in a neighbor's front yard. I got the kid next door to help me, he was 4, showed him how to put a broomstick in the keyhole of the cover, pry down, lifting the cover enough........for me to stick my thumbs (why not fingers, I dunno, but lucky!) under the slightly lifted cover. What, 150 lbs? He suddenly let go of the stick, and the cover crushed my right thumb. No idea how the left escaped. Screaming bloody murder, I ran home the 3 houses away, my mother heard me coming......trail of blood followed me along the sidewalk, front drive, up the back steps. She wrapped a handkerchief around my thumb, called our old family doctor, about 5 miles away, explained circumstances, he dropped his work, an office with folks waiting, drove to our house, checked it out, recommended an X-ray, and my thumb to this day has a discernible chunk missing in front of the nail. Healed, no problem. I see the scar left there and wonder how traumatic must this have been for me and my mother. I am now 76......it's almost like yesterday.....