One other little incident: I was working for my father doing construction, and working with the







foreman taking down an old barn. It was an old post & beam thing, and we were down to three posts and the top beam, about 8 feet high, with braces from the posts to the beam. No siding or anything, just framing. He wanted the two of us to just "lower it down" and lean it on the dumpster: I didn't think it'd reach the dumpster and the bottom would likely kick out anyhow, but I was just the boss's jerk kid and he was in charge of the jobsite, so we did it his way.
Sure as shinola, the pile of rocks my post is sitting on kicks out, and the whole thing comes down. It misses the dumpster by 6 inches, but I can't move back because of the dumpster, and we can't hold it, so I take a half step forward and to the side, and the wall smashes to the ground, with me standing in the corner between the post, the beam, and the diagonal brace. Didn't get stratched, but the look on his face when he thought he'd killed the boss's son was priceless. I don't think I said anything, just looked for a moment and started taking it apart.
Same job, but roofing the new garage, the other carpenter (not the foreman) was above and to my left, and he slipped and started sliding down the roof. No scaffolding under him, a 12' drop at the end of the roof, and he's a big guy, 6'4", 250 lbs or so. He looks at me as he slides past and calmly says "Don't touch me; I'll just pull you down." Pulls his hammer out and drives the claw through the roof sheathing and stops about a foot from the edge of the roof.
Have a few saw stories and a scar on my scalp from getting hit by a window jamb, but those are weren't really scary, just "lets not use power tools again today" moments. (Well, the head wound was more "lets fasten that better next time, and could you drive me to the hospital because I'm covered in blood."