What, you may ask, Do all these things have in common?
well, go on, ask.
They are all things that have tried to kill me!
And would you believe it was the Garbage Door that came closest to success? I was in a hurry (mistake number one) and pulled up to the school dumpter to toss some furniture in the giganto bin, when I had a little trouble with the door. I pulled, I grunted, I got macho(second mistake) and at last, the jammed steel door broke free of it's concrete pin hole and hurtled outward. I cleared getting the 90 lbs of steel across the left of my face by about a centimeter. then the door bashed my still attached fingers into the bumper of my truck causing me to double over and scrunch my eyes in pain (third and final mistake). The steel rebounded off the bumber and cracked me on the right, just above the ear.
I sat Down.
Ever hurt too much to cry? This was that.
Three days later the bump on my skull is still too tender to touch but the headache is gone, and Dain-Bramage does not appear evident.
Moral of the story, Never hurry, stay in touch with your feminine side, and never ever shut your eyes.