George comes home tomorrow. In one piece I hope. Saturday he was three stories up on a building with a bucket of cement in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. He had just put the buckets on the roof when the ladder slipped out from underneath him.
He grabbed hold of the gutter and cut his finger up. Ended up falling three stories and hurt his arms, and legs. Got scraped up, bruised up. But luckily walked away from it.
He could have been hurt really bad. A three story fall is nothing to sneeze at.
Glad he is ok.
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