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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Close Call

While not exactly related to Ryndaria, I feel like I need to write down what happened to me tonight.  I had a little accident.  Now, I am fine, I only ended up with a few nasty scratches.  Still, I am quite shaken by the experience.

The wife and I near the end of a several month bathroom remodel.  We gutted the old bathroom down to the studs and even took out a wall to build a new one to create a larger space.  The room itself is nearly complete.  The plumbing and electrical work is done, the walls are up, drywall is complete, walls are textured and painted, and new tile is down.  It is time to install our new steam shower.

The shower is a self contained unit that must be assembled on site.  Since we completed all of the work, except the flooring, on our own to this point, we decided to take a crack at the shower.

The shower surprised me along the way with the difficulty of the install.  After a few long evenings of work, all of the walls are up and the roof is on the shower.  The next step is installing the door. 

The door is pure glass and is about six feet tall.  I'm sure you can imagine just how heavy that must be.  Installing the door is probably best done with three people, but the wife and I attempted the put it up with two.  While I held the door in place, my wife attempted to screw the door to the hinges.  The problem is, the hinges will not stay still.  We tried several times to attach the door with no luck.

Now, here comes the crazy part. 

My wife left the room.  She searched for some items we thought would help keep the door steady while we attached it.  I patiently held the door in both hands and waited for her.  I stood in an awkward position, backed up near the toilet, so I decided to move the door slightly.  I planned to shift around to my left to face the door to our bedroom and continue waiting.

I gently lifted the door slightly from the floor and set it back down.  I still do not understand what was different about this time than all the other times we moved the door around while trying to install it.  We lifted it, set it on the floor, lifted it some more, and set it on the shower multiple times.

This time gave different results.  As I set the large piece of glass' edge on the tile floor, it shattered.  I watched in horror as this large piece of glass broke into thousands of pieces as I held on to it with my bare hands.  The entire door sat suspended in the air for a brief moment. 

Have you ever watched a movie where time slows down during some dramatic effect on screen?  This moment felt like that.  I saw the perfect rectangle of the door outlining what had moments before been a beautiful sheet of glass.  The shape remained, but it contained an uncountable number of tiny shards waiting to be freed from their rectangular prison.  Usually, I would be captivated by such a sight, but instinct and fear took over.

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes as glass rained down around me, scratching and cutting at the exposed skin of my arms and face.  A crash rang out as glass met tile floor and dispersed into every available corner of the room.  Some even ventured out into the brand new carpet in our adjoining bedroom.

I stood motionless and awestruck by what had happened as my wife raced around the corner and looked in at the spectacle. 

As I mentioned before, I am OK.  I've got one nasty scratch on my wrist that we bandaged.  All the other scratches look worse than they really are.  Even the kids did not wake up to the ear splitting crash of glass, so I guess some of the sound proofing I added to the walls during the remodel worked.

I realize it could have been a ton worse tonight, and I have learned first hand why safety gear is so important, especially when working with glass.

Thank you for reading!  I hope some of the techniques I studied recently in describing scenes came out in my description of one of the most frightening experiences I can remember.