Hey chatter. So yesterday I came inches from dying. Nope not kidding. A coworker asked for help moving roughly 260 pounds of material(uncut needles in a gigantic bundle). It was roughly 12 feet in length so one person is on each end resting the material on your shoulder while transporting said material to the cutoff table. I was good all the way there. My coworker then says "We are going to put it on that table." but not only did he not bother to check if I was ready, the material was on the wrong shoulder from me to be able to place it on the table. But he just set his end down. So now the material is bringing my neck and subsequently my face toward the table. And no less than slightly more than the distance from the end of my nose I manage to get a hold of the material and throw it off me. I slept for nine hours yesterday during the day. I was wiped. And then went to bed at the normal time. Seriously got lucky. And just grateful to be alive.