"Dear Sir:
I am writing in response to your request for additional
information on the accident reporting form. I put "poor
planning" as the cause of my accident. You said in your
letter 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 bricks left over. Rather than carry the bricks
down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a
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 bricks 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 on my accident form that my weight is
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, which
was now proceeding in a downward direction at an equally
impressive rate of speed. This explains the fractured skull,
minor abrasions, and the broken collarbone, as listed in
Section 3 of the accident reporting form.
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 the excruciating pain I was
now beginning to experience.
At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of
bricks hit the ground - and the bottom fell out of the
barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel
weighed approximately 50 pounds. As you might imagine, I
began a rapid descent down the side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming
up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth
and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body. Here my
luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel
seemed to slow 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
pile of bricks in pain, unable to move and watching the
barrel six stories above me, I again lost my composure and
presence of mind and let go of the rope."