One morning when we were setting up the batter boards for a new project, I noticed one of my men throw the circular saw violently to the ground. Even though he was about 120 feet away, I knew he had been cut. I ran to him as fast as I could, and what I saw when I got to his side sickened me. The blade had entered the back of his left hand and had come out through the palm. I was wearing a clean, white tee shirt, which I wrapped around his hand, and then we rushed him to the hospital. That was about 30 years ago, but I have never forgotten the experience. It gave