Month: February 2013

Happy Endings

Thursday, November 22, 2012

I along with two other coworkers
was on top of a high building. We had been taking measurements of an
up-coming job. On the roof with us was a helicopter getting ready to
take off. Because the building did not have an elevator, the pilot
offered us a ride down. There were four others in the copter and only
another two would fit.

One of us, the pilot said, would have to ride
on the outside skid. Attached to the right-side skid was a red box
perhaps 2 and a half feet square. One of us could sit on the skid
while holding onto the box. Not having a fear of heights, I
volunteered.

We all got on the copter and I on
the skid with my arms tightly around the box. The chopper took off
and began to climb. I began to get nervous when the helicopter
climbed to a height far greater than it needed to clear the roof top.
I tried not to let it bother me knowing the pilot knew what he was
doing. A few hundred feet off the ground, the helicopter took a hard
downward bank to the left. I wonder what he was doing, maybe showing
off I thought, but had he forgotten about me.

The chopper took a high upward
climb then leveled off. Within moments, it banked hard to the right
and dropped down. I increased my hold on the box and wrapped my legs
tightly around the skid. I prayed that someone would recall I was out
here and stop the stunts.

The helicopter went into a spin and began
dropping fast. It then dawned on me that the pilot was not playing
around but in trouble. We were just feet away from the ground the
helicopter tilted over on its left side. The only luck this gave me
was not being crushed by craft. The blades shattered as they drove
into the ground. I leapt from the skid hitting the dirt and rolling.

I hit the ground and rolled just
as the chopper exploded. The force pushed me away still in the
rolling motion. I slipped down an embankment into some metal lattice
work. My head slammed against a section, and I went unconscious.
Later when I woke I could hardly move from the pain, and my mind was
all in jumbles.

I laid there and took my time, moving each limb of my
body in the hope it was all still there and in one piece. Shortly
afterward an ex-employee came by and saw me lying there, (I’ll call
him, “A sharp little pain”). “A sharp little pain,”
came over to me as I laid there still almost unconscious. He shook me
to get my attention and began offering me my old job back.

“You are part of our
family.” He said, “You don’t belong to this company you
belong back with us. What do you say?”

I was lying here from a horrible
accident, and this “Sharp little pain,” was not getting me
any help. As always, he only worried about himself and getting crane
operators who never stayed long, due to his childish behavior. Pain
racked my body as I struggled to my feet. I had wanted to do one
thing the next time I saw him, so I did it. I pulled back my right
arm, balled a fist good and tight, and hit the “sharp little
pain” in the jaw as hard as I could. His head jerked with such
force that his body followed, plunging him to the ground out cold.

I made my way out of the steel
lattice and up to the embankment. At the top, I saw the impact and
burnt ground from the crash, but the wreckage of the helicopter was
gone. A police officer saw me and came running up. Seeing my
condition, he asked what had happened to me. I told him I had been a
passenger in the helicopter and how I had survived. He informed me
that everyone else aboard had died.

He called my boss, who had been
standing some yards away but had not seen the officer approached me.
My boss came running up unbelieving that not only I was alive but
only bruised from the incident. I looked down to see my hands and
arms covered in bruises. My left hand knuckles were red and swollen.
I knew this to be from hitting “A sharp little pain.” As he
and the guard helped me across the area, I thought how good the pain
in my right hand felt. I soon awoke.