When I was 18 years old, I got the job to build my first house. My friend Chris Grosso who was 17 and my younger brother Rick who was 14 on summer vacation were my crew. (It’s true.) One wall was 16 feet high. We framed it flat on the garage slab and got ready to lift it like you’d lift an 8′ high wall. We didn’t think about the fact that we were 6′ tall and the wall was 16′ tall. Half of 16′ is 8′. When we got under it and our mightily struggling hands got past 8 feet, more weight would be above us than below us.
It didn’t go well.
I learned a lot.
Failure – the successful discovery of something that that did not work, that informs the next move.
Keep going (if you’re alive.)
I Did the same exact thing with the same result and learned a lot too when i was young!
Good story – glad you survived