This morning I went to my little local bank in Akron, Pa., to do bank business.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I immediately noticed something unusual at the door of the bank.
Just a few feet in front of me: a man in a white shirt yelling and motioning with his arm, another man standing by, a big gray box on the ground wedged between the door.
I took a moment to look, trying to determine what was happening. The man in the white shirt appeared to be in some sort of distress, the other man removing his own shirt and gesturing with it.
Deciding it was safe to proceed, I stepped out of my car and approached the two men.
The white-shirted man was a worker who had been remove a large piece of box-like equipment from the bank. The equipment had fallen from the wheeled truck and slammed on his finger, which was caught between the box and the metal door frame. The finger was nearly severed. There were smears of blood on his clothes, the box and other places. One of the bank employees called 911 and stepped out to the curb to flag down the ambulance.