The Quiet Soul (1 of 3)
Series: Secrets of the Soul
Roger Thomas
Psalm 62
Introduction: Life can be tough. It is that way for some people all of the time. Most of us know what it's like at least some of the time. Few of us have it is a rough as old Jacob Johansson, the bricklayer. When he filled out his insurance claim after the accident, this is the story old Jacob told.
I am writing about your request for more information. On line 3 of the accident form, I put "it just wasn't my day" as the cause of my accident. You asked me to explain. I trust the following details will help. I am a bricklayer. On the date of the accident I was working at the top of a new six-story building. When I finished, I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry the bricks down, I decided to lower them in a barrel using a pulley on the roof.
I tied the rope off at the ground. I climbed to the roof. I put the bricks in the barrel. I swung the barrel out. I went back to the ground and untied the rope. I held the rope tightly in order to slowly lower the 500 pounds of brick. But it just wasn't my day.
You will note on line 11 of the accident report that I weigh 175 pounds. When the 500 hundred pound barrel of bricks cleared the roof, I was suddenly jerked off the ground by the rope. Surprised out of my wits, I forgot to let go of the rope. I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building. Somewhere in the vicinity of the third floor, I realized what was happening. I met the 500 hundred pound barrel of bricks coming down. This explains the seven stitches to the top of my head and the dislocated shoulder. Only slowed slightly, I continued my ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley on the 6th floor roof of the building. Fortunately this time, I kept my wits about me and managed to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain.
But it wasn't my day. At approximately the same time the ...
Series: Secrets of the Soul
Roger Thomas
Psalm 62
Introduction: Life can be tough. It is that way for some people all of the time. Most of us know what it's like at least some of the time. Few of us have it is a rough as old Jacob Johansson, the bricklayer. When he filled out his insurance claim after the accident, this is the story old Jacob told.
I am writing about your request for more information. On line 3 of the accident form, I put "it just wasn't my day" as the cause of my accident. You asked me to explain. I trust the following details will help. I am a bricklayer. On the date of the accident I was working at the top of a new six-story building. When I finished, I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry the bricks down, I decided to lower them in a barrel using a pulley on the roof.
I tied the rope off at the ground. I climbed to the roof. I put the bricks in the barrel. I swung the barrel out. I went back to the ground and untied the rope. I held the rope tightly in order to slowly lower the 500 pounds of brick. But it just wasn't my day.
You will note on line 11 of the accident report that I weigh 175 pounds. When the 500 hundred pound barrel of bricks cleared the roof, I was suddenly jerked off the ground by the rope. Surprised out of my wits, I forgot to let go of the rope. I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building. Somewhere in the vicinity of the third floor, I realized what was happening. I met the 500 hundred pound barrel of bricks coming down. This explains the seven stitches to the top of my head and the dislocated shoulder. Only slowed slightly, I continued my ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley on the 6th floor roof of the building. Fortunately this time, I kept my wits about me and managed to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain.
But it wasn't my day. At approximately the same time the ...
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