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Category: Potential Death or Serious Injury: True Stories
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I was so excited to finally get my licence. I was a late starter, and I failed my Ps test 3 times. I was so nervous every time I took the test, and I made silly mistakes which prevented me from passing; but today I finally have it. Last night Sydney had been awarded the…
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There was a cacophony of noise and activity in the yard as usual. I was helping my father and his mate on the brewery truck again. We were in the depot at Clyde loading up with cartons of beer on pallets for the day. I was up on top of the pallets that were sitting…
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I was just lurking about on the dock this one afternoon at work. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daniel drive into the back of a trailer on his forklift. Next I heard the crunching sound of the dock leveller dropping down because the truck had pulled away from the dock.…
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I was just a kid, around 10 or 11, accompanying my dad driving around the back streets of Marrickville. Going up one particularly steep hill there was a small utility truck ahead of us. There were two kids sitting in the back of this truck with one leg each hanging out. The kids in the…
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It’s easy to forget you are driving a lethal weapon when you are operating a forklift. Things have a way of getting really hectic and you get caught up in the chaos. There are so many things you need to think about at once: You need to be wary of the load you are carrying…
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Driving home from my job in Banksia I usually turned down Bestic Street. This was a day much unlike any other and I was happily driving on my way home. I made the turn I had done so many times before and was musing about what I would do when I got home. My mind…
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I don’t remember who I was with, but I know there were three of us. We were standing on the median strip on the Princes Highway, Tempe, facing east. Behind us northbound traffic was flowing constantly and the south bound in front of us was doing the same. Probably should have walked down to the…
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We were staying in a caravan on the beach down at Coledale. Earlier in the day when we arrived, I had noticed what looked like a cave up one end of the beach. After a night of drinking and debauchery at a pub in Thirroul we had all returned to the caravan. Pot was on…
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Plenty of alcohol and pot had been consumed that night. Danny, Tommy, Neil, Susan, Lindy and I where all out in Neil’s granny flat getting wasted on a Saturday evening. I don’t know where the trips (LSD) had come from but we had all popped one and they where well and truly messing with our…
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Ken, my boss, asked me to help him move one of those large double metal lockers downstairs. The locker was upstairs in a spare room near the kitchen. We shimmy slid it across the floor until we got to the top of the stairs. These stairs where the L shaped type with a 90 degree…
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