When i was 18 i had a random interview out of the blue , and started working for an international construction company named Laing O`rourke who are
well know for very high quality construction and engineering . I was feeling good about the job since i`d had a bar-fitting apprenticeship cut short
due to lack of funding , and my new job was "the bees knees".
I was fresh off the estates with little knowladge in the construction industry but i was keen as mustard and got stuck in. After a while i gained the
respect of the site foreman and the site manager , i became good friends with them and was took under thier wing so to speak.
I was taught how to read blueprints , programme and operate theodalites (which usually requires a spell at university) and i was put in charge of all
concrete entering the site. Which doesnt sound too spectacular but i was slump testing the concrete on entry to decide wether or not I thought it was
up to standard , then making test cubes which i sent off for advanced preassure tests to make sure - scientifically , that the concrete was 100% safe.
In short , i was one of the most important parts of the squad.
So , things were looking up for me and the world seemed peachy for a while , i was an assistant civil engineer on £416 per week , which , at the age
of 18 , was an AMAZING wage. After a few months i was tasked with shadowing a civil engineer instead of being passed around which gave me a better
chance of taking in what i was being taught . I helped mark out the foundations , and generally guide the work force through the process of building
huge structures from the ground up.
I`d been there a while and was picked up from time to time since i was getting the bus and your talking nearly an hour and a half travel to get to
work , then do a 8 - 12 - sometimes 13 - 15 hour shift , then an hour and a half back.
I arranged a lift one day with my mate , Sam , so the next morning picked me up on "Duhram road" (the A690) in Sunderland and we set off towards
duhram. As we pulled out from the bus stop where he`d picked me up i noticed he wasnt wearing a seat belt , which isnt too strange these days but
before i could even ponder the thought i said "put ye seatbelt on mate , the weather`s a bit choppy "........ ten minutes later we hit a parked
transit van at 90 mph , i sat in the passanger seat watching in a mixed feeling of terror and absolute shock as the rear of the transit van tore up
the centre of the car bonnet and made contact with the frame work of the windshield ..... when i woke up, the car had rolled a fair distance and two
men were trying to tear the doors off to get us out , i was covered in glass . When i looked over to my right hand side, Sam was slumped over the
steerig wheel - at first i thought he was unconcious , he turned his head and the first words out of his mouth were ... "if i didnt pick you up this
morning i`d have been ******* dead ..... you know that ? ".
We were dragged out of the car , and awaited paramedics at the side of the A690 , i smoked about 4 or 5 fags one after the other just staring at the
front of this Nissan Micra , everything in the front of the micra had been squashed up against the framework but for some reason went no further.
The police and ambulance crews showed up and came straight to me , asking "are you the driver " ..... i didnt even speak , just shook my head , to
which he replied "how the **** did you get out of THAT ? "
Ever since this crash my life has been like an endless comic book , full of crazy bull# on a dialy basis , and i often think that maybe i DID die that
day , and everything after that has just been a dream , an " after life ".
edit on 25-10-2012 by JeZeus because: (no reason given)