Good luck to your friend, sorry to hear it.
A co-worker of mine was about 1,000 ft up a TV broadcast tower in the midwest when his co-worker somehow managed to fall from about 500 feet above him.
According to my co-worker, the falling man screamed a brief apology as he passed by. He hit a guy-wire from another tower a few hundred feet from the ground, which about ripped him in half. The ground finished the job.
My co-worker friend had to retire from that tower company due to PTSD.
It's a dangerous world out there, above the ground.
The DIPCHIT ADD, after a morning of drinking:
You despair, repeatedly, constantly! daily basis?
A despair ninny.
Sack up, despire ninny.
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