Troy Bridgeman worked for Hammond Power Solutions on Southgate Drive. It was a fun place to work.
The company had recently introduced a rule requiring everyone on the shop floor to wear safety glasses. It is a standard policy in most manufacturing facilities today, but back then it was met with some resistance. People argued the glasses were uncomfortable and unflattering and that wearing them all the time, even when they weren’t brazing or doing some other potentially eye-threatening activity, was unnecessary.
He wasn’t a big fan of the new rule either but, as a committee member, he was obligated to help.
The safety manager took his job seriously.
He called a meeting with all the employees to address their concerns and shared a story about a personal experience he had regarding eye safety.
He told us that he wore safety glasses whenever he did yard work around his home and that he had taken a lot of ribbing from his neighbor because of it.
One day, he was mowing his lawn and, sure enough, his neighbor started making fun of his glasses. He tried to ignore him and carried on mowing the lawn until he heard his neighbor groan in agony. The blade from the lawnmower struck a stone, shattering it and sending shards in all directions. One of the fragments hit his neighbor directly in the eye and nearly blinded him.
The manager told the story with grave seriousness, but something about it was funny.
He tried to suppress the laughter, the stronger it came bubbling to the surface.
The health and safety manager were not impressed and centered him out.
He finally asked him if he found something funny about the story.
“No,” he responded, summoning every bit of will power to stop laughing.
It wasn’t the first time his sense of humor got him in trouble, but it came back to bite him years later.
He had a large hedge separating his yard from his neighbors on both sides. Twice a year he rented an industrial hedge trimmer to cut it back. A dirty, sweaty job and it is also dangerous.
He had never worn safety glasses while cutting the hedge, but this year decided to do so. However, when he couldn’t find a pair in the house, after a short search, he carried on without them. After all, he never got injured trimming the hedge before.
Within minutes a rogue piece of shrub shrapnel hit him directly in the white of my right eye. It bled.
The pain was excruciating and he feared he might have caused permanent damage. Luckily, he didn’t.
Most of his friends laughed when he told them the story and asked why he wasn’t wearing safety glasses.
He is embarrassed to admit it took 20 years and the threat of losing an eye to learn that valuable lesson.