The apple doesn't FALL far from the tree...

In my family, we've always made fun of my dad because he seems to have a knack for falling. Whether it be falling off the roof (twice), down the stairs, in the bathtub, or over the back of a porch swing, Dad has had his fair share of tumbles. In fact, he almost went through the ceiling just a few days ago. After tearing the floors up, and working on the plumbing, he put a little too much weight on his hands and the ceiling beneath him started to give way. While he managed to quickly readjust his weight and avoid coming through the ceiling, I was not so fortunate...


While cleaning up some debris that had fallen in between the support joists, I had my own fall. I was sitting on a beam and picking up pieces all around me. When I turned to pick up one piece, I guess I put a little pressure on my foot, and suddenly I'm falling.

Since I was straddling the floor joist my other leg caught on the 2x6 and I slammed into another one. I was able to grab a hold of that beam to keep myself from falling further. I must have looked like a kitten stuck in a tree limb. And boy was I stuck! My brother had to come pull me out!

I walked away with several large cuts on my legs and arms(thankfully not deep enough for stitches!), and a really bruised and sore back.


The culprit:


This little trap door was put in the ceiling of a closet for easy access to the plumbing upstairs. Unbeknownst to me, my foot was resting on this trap door, and the slightest bit of pressure made the door fly open, bringing me down with it.


Nice little pile of rubble on the floor below. :)