January 28, 2022
This photo won’t mean much to you until I tell you what happened.
That’s John’s desk and chair he uses in the area where he takes care of his company’s work on the Collins Bus property. The room is no bigger than a good-size garage, so it’s not a big space.
John had been sitting at his desk seconds before a forklift smashed into a pallet and tool chest – both of which he said exploded on impact, destroying them – and then slammed into his desk straight from the left side of the photo, moving his desk and chair to his right.
Moved the desk and chair several feet.
Meaning it would have shoved John to his right as he was sitting there. He would have been seriously injured. With his already injured right knee, there’s no telling what further damage would have been done. He surely would have been in the emergency room.
But he got up and moved.
He said whenever they (forklift drivers) bring parts into his area, he always gets up.
If he had chosen that one time to continue sitting there . . .
Praise the Lord he did not!
Here’s the photo again. You can see the left side is on the floor with the desk legs lying there, and his chair is smooshed into the knee cubby area with the top of the desk right on the leg area.
He said the guys bring pallets in and out all day long, probably have done it thousands of times. The driver wasn’t goofing off. He just barely clipped the edge of John’s tool chest as he turned and that was enough to cause disaster. Just one of those things where everything went wrong in seconds.
Poor Bud . . . that’s his name. He feels awful. He’s well-respected at the plant. Always a very safe driver. Say a prayer for Bud, he’s pretty upset.
There are people out at Collins who were employed at Airgas the day my son Jeff died from the industrial accident. Like John, they couldn’t make themselves go back to work there, so got jobs at Collins. And there are others who worked with Jeff when he was a manager at Target. A good many folks at Collins have known both my boys for many years. I know Bud would never have forgiven himself if John had been injured today.
There have been lots of close calls out at Collins, and not just with John. There’s one thing that keeps happening all over the plant that also happened to John . . . another one of those close calls.
Last summer, on June 14, John had pushed a cart of parts to the middle of the room so he and his friend could work on them. As he walked away from the cart to get the inventory papers, the heavy ceiling light crashed down right onto the cart (most of the light is inside the cart). He took a photo of that incident, too.
John had told me that was the second ceiling light to come down just in his area. He said those lights aren’t installed very well, but they can’t get Collins to do anything about them – until they crash to the floor, that is. So far, no one has been hurt by one, but I would think that’d just be a matter of time. Since they make busses, there are things that happen, of course.
More the reason this mama covers her family in prayer several times each day.
I went back up to walk-in care early this morning. When I changed clothes last night, I noticed some spots on my lower right leg calf that didn’t look right. I wouldn’t have seen them, because the back of my calf is not a place that gets much attention, ya know? But I happened to feel bumps, and there they were. Hmmm. More shingles? We’re not really sure. They kind of look the same, but they don’t. One kind of itches, the others don’t.
I’m an oddity. 😆
So, I’m taking another round of antiviral medication *just in case.* And keeping an eye on the spots.
And with that, I bid you good evening, my friends! Hugs and blessings!