Hi all,
I have been sort of, not wanting to reply to this thread 'cause for
sure I going to be in the top of the dumbest of dumb (big grin)
Anyway, if any thing, you can judge me lucky,and that’s for sure…
Cira 1975
I was having to drill a three eights inch (10mm) hole in a wall and
to get it accurate I had to drill it into my work shop from the
outside inwards…The problem was that the workshop was on the second
floor of the building… so, being in my early twenties, age wise, no
problem,— I climbed over the balcony and started drilling with a
9 inch long masonry drill into the wall…
So far so dumb… the drill bit suddenly bent into a U and smacked
me right over the forehead… Wham!-- and that caused me to lose my
grip on the balcony railing.
I did a stuntman effect on my way down -and landed back first on a
BMW car’s roof. It broke my fall- and I walked away from that one
with a reticulated forehead and in need of a bottle of
Tylenol…Needles to say the owner of the car was not too happy…
But it didn’t matter to me, because I was very happy-- and anyway
insurance paid his bill…
Cira 1978
In took a half inch thick piece of wood and I wanted to make a three
quarter inch dapping block - and I held the piece of wood in my
hand, I put the drill bit into my hand big time… a three quarter
inch drill bit is big time, folks…Especially in the palm of your
hand… Circa 1980-ish
I was changing the neon sign faces of my work shop… also two
stories up .I had built scaffolding this time…one learns, you
know… Any way, I switched off the buzz bar (main switch) and
climbed to the top of the scaffolding. As I touched the neon
starter, I was under 250 volt live ( which is the local current in
Pretoria, in South Africa.) Man, that voltage grabbed me and made me
jump like the original barbel fish caught on a fishing line…
Witnesses below, said I wriggled for about 10 seconds before I
managed to get my left hand away with a bright blue bang, hanging
with my right arm holding on the sign’s anchor …yet again two
stories down… A large portion of skin was pulled off my hand and I
couldn’t play guitar for months afterwards…
Turns out that the main switch had fused solid and it remained on,
no matter which position it was in…on or off…Hmmm… assume
nothing…
Circa 1982-ish…
I had my Rock Rascal diamond blade tear, while I was sawing a
beautiful piece of Tourmaline
The blade tore and smacked the guard off it’s mountings, embedding a
portion of the blade in the ceiling… Needless to say the tourmaline
went from beautiful to sugar crystals in a nano-second…My safety
glasses were totally ruined and I suffered an unannounced case of
late- age Tourmaline induced acne…(–use a weaker motor …fool ) I
refuse to speak of the cutting disks,small drill bits, setting burs
and engravers that I have put in or through my hands.(there are to
many to remember)
Circa 2003 August
I was setting up my new workshop in St. Maarten and I ordered a 700
kilo safe from Florida. So when it arrived I had to cut the wall and
burglar bars away ’ cause it was to big and heavy to fit through the
passage… As the crane/truck brought it on the balcony it slipped
out of its cradle/straps. This time, I was not the dumb and dumber,
nevertheless, we all scuttled like mice when it came down. It
slammed down at 45 degrees against a retaining wall- and that was
the only reason no-one became ketchup…
The fact that no-one was crushed was only luck…Looking around I
noticed everybody had a slightly bleached look…myself included.
And now for the last and closest near- death experience I have had
for at least in the last month… in terms of jewelry…
I have been setting up my work shop for the last three months and,
in doing so I have been affixing a good couple of workbenches to
the wall and floor. When I was working, drilling, screwing and
putting in gas tubing and the like, I pull myself up from the floor
by grabbing the work bench I am working on…Well, I pulled myself
up from the bench I was working on and it had my oven and
vulcanizer on it and the entire bench tipped over-- I fell over
backwards accordingly-- The oven also fell over and landed next to my
cheek, edge first. It trashed the tiled floor and bruised my
shoulder and hip black and blue for weeks afterwards. I’m so lucky,
'cause I would have been killed if it had been just three inches
inwards…
I know…dumb and dumber and all, but at the end of the day I still
love making jewellery…( I also hope that I have nothing to report
on this subject for a very long time!) Big,big grin, seriously
lucky-- and what can I say!!
Cheers, Hans MeevisJewelry Studio of Hans Meevis
P.O Box 1059, Philipsburg, Sint Maarten
Netherthlands Antilles
Tel: +(599) 5224434
www.meevis.com