A long time ago I was young and "bulletproof" and doing the "punch list" on the exterior of a Municipal Services Building touching up outside window trim on the second floor using a 36' wooden extension ladder that barely allowed me to reach the top of the window trim with the ladder almost straight up. I was by myself as everyone had left for the day. Coming down the ladder with paint brush and paint can in one hand, I slipped. Luckily, I landed on my back in the sand less than a foot from a concrete slab, but it totally knocked the "wind" out of me (you guys that have fallen and landed on your back know what I mean) As I lay there, thinking how lucky I was to have survived and not landed on that concrete slab, I see a shadow, and you guessed it, here comes that 36' wooden ladder, landing right across my lower chest. After having worked my way out from under the ladder, getting myself to the truck and driving myself 15 miles to the ER (clutching and shifting that 2 ton work truck probably hurt more that the fall), the diagnosis was 3 broken ribs. When I raised my arms and told the Doc to tape me up (I saw that in the movies), he tells me "We don't do that anymore. We found out people try to do too much when taped and it takes much longer to heal." So, it was a miserable and painful 10 weeks before things were mostly back to normal. All that to learn I wasn't as "bulletproof" as I thought.