Not so long back, I had a plumber working on my header tank in the loft. When he had done, I unplugged the lead for the light up there and went up the ladder to put it up there. Out of nowhere the ladder buckled in two and left me dangling from the loft hatch by my elbows.Once used a chunky piece of wood to stabilise my stepladder so I could get onto the shed roof to make a repair. Little did I know, there was a nail sticking up from the wood. Inevitably I trod on it on my way back down and it went straight through my shoe and into my foot.
A few things I was glad of -
1) At 50, and not particularly fit, my arms were stronger than I had imagined. My reflexes seemed like they were 30 years ago.
2) I line in a bungalow and the loft hatch wasn't at the top of some stairs!
3) It was me doing it and not him. As he didn't look as likely to have reacted as quickly as I did. Although, to his credit, he was quickly there to check I was OK.