With over 180+ teenagers and adults participating in Sulphur Springs Workcamp 2009, somebody was bound to get hurt. There are way too many paint scrapers, landscaping equipment, environmental factors, and horsing around for there not to be the occasional injury.
The worst SSWC 2009 injury did not happen to one of the teenagers. It did not happen to one of the adult crew leaders. In fact, the worst SSWC 2009 injury happened to someone who did not scrape one wall, cut one blade of grass, or pick up one paint brush.
No, the worst SSWC 2009 injury happened to the SSWC Director…me!
During the SSWC days, I drive around to all the worksites with our media team to encourage the workers, take daily pictures, capture video, and make sure everything is running smoothly. On one of these routine worksite stops, we were taking pictures of teenagers who were working on top of a roof. A junior high guy (who will remain nameless) dropped his paint scraper. Gravity and the angle of the roof took care of the rest. As I was encouraging the students to keep working hard, the sharp corner of the paint scraper speared me right in the chin. Here’s a picture of the damage…
The cut was actually pretty deep. We seriously debated whether or not to go to the doctor to get stitches. However, after rubbing dirt in it, shaking it off, and walking it off, I felt I did not need stitches. After 24 hours, my Wolverine skills kicked in and I had pretty much healed.
I did have to put one of those butterfly bandages on it, which made me that guy who has the awkward bandaid on his face. As I was walking up to the next house after the paint scraper fiasco, one punk teenager said, “What’s up, Nelly!” (See picture.) Honestly, I thought it was a pretty good joke.
I wish I had a better excuse for the potential life-long scar that I might have on my face than “a junior high kid dropped a paint scraper on my face.” I wish I could say something like “a sexual predator was trying to mess with our SSWC teenagers and upon defending them, things got a little physical.” Or at least I wish I could honestly say “you think this is bad; you should see the other guy.”
No such luck. Paint scraper to the grill will have to do.