My client, a
national cemetery and crematorium company asked me to do the final inspection
on the roof of their new facility in Sherwood Park Alberta. I flew out to
Edmonton and friends Chris and Vicki picked me up at the airport, the following
morning Vicki dropped me off at the cemetery.
I went
inside looking for someone to get me a ladder, there was a meeting going on
with the contractor and after a few minutes I was informed that the ladder was
set up. I went outside and sure enough there was the extension ladder ready to
go, up I went, as I reached the third rung on the extension down it went, I had
committed the ultimate sin, I didn’t make sure the latches were engaged.
Now I am at
eave height, my left foot is jammed between two rungs and all my weight is
distributed on my right foot which won’t allow me to release my left foot, I
have no idea what to do so I yell for help, then realize I’m in an effing
cemetery. I look around, not a soul in site, alive or dead.
About 10
minutes have passed and I am still stuck, I can no longer feel my big toe, geezus
I think I’ll have to have my toe removed if I don’t do something quick so I
yell again and again, still no one.
That’s it,
do or die. I place my forearms in the eaves trough grab the side rails of the
ladder and yank, SUCCESS , I’m free, down the ladder I go, walk a bit, toes
sore and numb but I can walk, lock the ladder latches climb onto the roof,
complete my work and leave. It took years before the big toe on my left foot
felt normal again.
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