Memories of the construction site

It has been 4 years since the construction and construction unit was transferred to the propaganda department. In the past four years, due to work, I still often handcuffed the camera to the construction site for interviews. Whenever I pass through the once-familiar and battle-site site again and again, I always think of what happened to me many years ago. A true story.

It was a winter a few years ago. My company had to expand the factory building. The company's subordinate enterprises carried out all the work of the expansion project in an orderly manner according to the requirements of the project. At noon of this day, the sky that had been overcast for three or four days suddenly turned fine and the temperature rose to more than 20 degrees Celsius. The masters under construction took off their wool vests and took off their helmets. At the time, our group was demolition of a gearbox on the polymerizer on the construction site. I was holding a thick copper rod. My master took the 18-pound iron hammer and hit the copper with a hammer and hammer. Baton. During the work break, when I learned the masters to take off my helmet and prepare to put it on the platform, I suddenly felt subconsciously that it was unguarded and unsafe. Was it not safe? With this kind of instinct, I did not hesitate to put my newly removed helmet on my head.

The construction continued. After 5 minutes, an incredible thing happened under my nose. Due to the continuous hammer fatigue, the master's hand was soft, and the wooden handle of the iron hammer hit the polymer kettle, and the iron hammer was cut off through a long arc in the air, playing unbiasedly on me. Hard hat. At the time, I just felt that it seemed like a heavy weight on my head. As I narrowed my neck, the 18-pound iron hammer slammed into the grass under the 6-meter-high platform and broke into the ground 20 centimeters deep. Seeing this kind of scene, some of the masters who were looking for iron hammers on the scene at the time straightened their tongues. "If it weren't for the bell that had been wearing a safety helmet, I would have been afraid to see Marx soon!"

Although this matter has been going on for several years, I still think that I still feel sorry for it. I still feel a little scared: if at the time it was because of the rising temperatures, I would relax; if at that time the helmet was taken off my head for comfort and comfort, it would be really big. The disaster has come, and the fruit after it is in disbelief! In the subsequent work, I took this as a guide. When I entered the production site, I often wondered whether wearing a helmet or not and relying on this kind of perpetual safety consciousness even though I had been with the masters for years. After more than a thousand constructions, but the concept of "safety first, prevention first" is like an invisible "safety helmet" deeply treasured in my heart, warning that I always pay attention to safety everywhere.

Now, although I have moved away from the main battlefield on the construction site, every time I enter the factory site, I will still wear a safety helmet. Whenever I see some masters forgot to wear hard hats and still struggle at the production site, they can't help but step up and remind them not to forget to wear a hard hat. It's a life-saving security. Cap!

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