This day, two years ago, was one of the worst days of my life. It was a Friday afternoon and I was at work. I was walking through the production floor of the plant I worked at, and an older lady came up and asked me to help un-jam a box on a conveyor belt. I bent over the conveyor belt, with the improper lifting technique, and pulled on the box. I was basically at a 90 degree angle bent over, and pulled up an over 100 pound box of meat.
In that moment immediately after pulling up the box, I knew how big of a mistake I'd made. In an instant I knew what a hernia was (whether or not I had one, of if I was going to get one). I instantly had empathy for anyone who had gotten hurt in a production plant.
I was too scared to report what happened, for fear of getting in huge trouble or getting fired. I eventually told health services what happened, because after a week, my stomach and back were still in pain. I was so depressed about what happened that I was sleeping about 11 hours a day for the week after I reported what happened. I made a ton of mistakes with that whole accident, but the biggest mistake I made was putting the plant's well-being over my well-being.
I knew in that day I wasn't going to stay at my job. I knew in that day that things were going to change. This was a mere two weeks after moving into the house I just bought. My whole life, that I just changed, I knew was going to change again.
I'm still not recovered from that accident, or my time at my old job/living location. I'm not recovered mentally or physically. I believe I'm overly nice to people now, out of response to being treated so badly at my old job. Also because I discovered how fragile life can be and how quickly it can change. I just don't see the need to add negativity in other people's lives when negativity comes so easily.
So, a pretty personal story, but this day holds some weight in my life. This event, two years later, is still affecting me.