Woodworking

This event happened last year in woodworking class. We were building our shed, an almost completed project. As we were assembling the shelving inside, I was handing a hefty piece of “2X4” through the doors and I unintentionally shoved it between Mr. Fast’s legs. The end came quite close to his man parts. I stood there motionless. Standing in the shed, Mr. Fast looked down and lunged at me like a cougar. We hit the dirt like two sacks of potatoes. I had flashbacks of clips out of horror films I had seen. He had a look of death in his eyes. I thought that he was going to slaughter me right there. Before I could move I was on the ground with snow, dirt, and grass filling every air hole. The whole time I was rethinking my life fore I knew it would be over quickly.
It felt like forever, until he got off. He told the whole class what a dumb thing I had just done. We all had a chuckle out of it. After the class was over I had a chat with Mr. Fast regarding what had happened.
That night I actually dreamt the whole thing over. Except in my dream I was admitted to the Abbotsford Hospital for the large sum of stitches I would obtain.
I’m just glad that the hospital part wasn’t required. This example along with many others have made me think a slight bit more before I act.