Ouch!
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009
My son, Dustin, was 8 years old when the heavy steel front door of our apartment smashed his finger. He was leaving for school, and sometimes when the terrace door is open up here on the 38th floor, there is a wicked compression that happens and doors slam all through the place – especially the front door.
His scream had me running through the living room immediately. The finger was still caught in the door when I arrived and Dust stood in shock just looking back and forth between me and where his finger disappeared between the steel door and the door jam. I quickly reopened the door and let his finger out.
It didn’t look good. The finger from the first joint to the tip was already bright red and turning a wicked purple and swelling immediately to twice its size. He was horrified and began to scream again. The thought immediately struck me, “How could his finger have possibly fit between door and jam?” There was only 1/8 to 1/4 inch of space between. The picture in my imagination of his finger caught in that narrow space was not pretty. (more…)
