[ndrwrld]

Friday 13, june 2003.
was at my friends place that doubled as his office.
4 of us were wondering what to have for lunch, and myself and another guy went for eats around 12:30pm.
we got back with the food around 1pm ( 13:00 ).
apon entering the place, there was this 50 year old guy on a fully extended ladder ( almost 50 feet ) removing duct work from an adjoining laundramat.
i didn't think much of it, other than he wasn't tied off. ( i roofed for 10 years...no biggie ).
we're eating lunch in the office and a huge crash happens outside.
i run out, and there's 50 year old guy face down on the concrete, ladder laying beside him, and duct dangling against the building.
he fell horizontally, and held out his hands to ' break the fall '.
that was not successful.
his face was partially caved in...very bloody.
both his arms and wrists were badly broken.
someone else called 911...i ran next door as there was a fire hall there, screaming for them to come into the back parking lot next door.
i got back to the badly injured man, and wiped the blood from his mouth so he could breathe easier...i kept one hand on his heart and another around one of his hands which he surprisingly was able to squeeze.
lots of blood...fak, where's the fire doods ?!
another minute or so later, they came, and attended to the man, but another minute or so, he stopped breathing.
CPR , while a lifesaver, is a very traumatic thing to see done in a time of crisis, when you're already in shock, and you know the severe injuries that man endured, doing his job.
they removed the body, got a fire truck to clean up the bloody scene, and that was it.
i was due to do some hard partying in Toronto that weekend...i opted to call my parents who live in the country, to escape the chaos i knew i'd put my body and mind through.

i've never really been superstitious...really don't think i am, but i'm damn sure to tone it down a notch on Friday the 13ths.