where I took another semester of ornamental welding. I like making stuff (s hit) for the yard. I'm building a 16' lifeguard stand now. I'm about a hal f-mile from the lake so I figure I'll just stick it over by the deer trail. Anyway, this semester the instructor was making bells out of oxygen bottl es. He would cut the top off and hang it by a string. You smack them and t hey ring for a long long time. So I was at the reclamation center (dump) a few weeks ago and I found a little oxy bottle just sitting there waiting f or me to show up. What a stroke of good luck I thought to myself. I was w aiting for this moment. So I took the lone bottle home and put it in my sh op until I got around to cutting her up. So eventually I get the thing on my chop saw and tear into it. I got a fairly good bite into it when the inv erter kicks off. We are off grid here so these things happen. I reset the breaker and head back up to the shop. I get ready to continue the bell ma king mission and get on the saw and pull the trigger. Suddenly an overwhelm ing feeling of doom crosses my mind. I shut the saw down and promptly let the oxygen out of the bottle. So for the grace of the good lord above I am hear to tell you this little tale.
I'm sure there is some kind of lesson here.
I do wonder what the heck would have happened if I had continued. I figure my chances of surviving would be about zero. The bottle would have shatter ed and my eyeballs would probably be a few miles away from the scene.