You don't really think about it, but it's always there.
I was working in a new construction home this afternoon, installing computer network wiring, telephone, video, and security wiring. A crew was outside putting stucco on the house. Every now and then I could here them thumping around on the outside of the house, and after a while, I didn't even notice the noise. Around 2 o'clock the noise ended, and after I finally noticed, I just assumned they had taken a break. A short time later a fire truck pulled up outside, and paramedics started unloading their equipment. I was up on the second floor, so I came downstairs to see what had happened.
One of the crew putting on the stucco had fallen off of the scaffolding between the house and the framework of the scaffolding. He was laying on the ground, and the medics were working on him. They got him on a back board and moved him to an ambulance that had just driven up. He didn't appear to be breathing. As the medics started to stow away their gear, I heard one of them tell the constuction superintendent that he had broken his neck and they wouldn't be able to revive him.
I don't know who the guy was, and couldn't tell you anything about him, except he was about my age. There are certain things you take for granted until something happens to demonstrate how fragile your existance is. My fall during hunting season and this stranger's adrupt end made me spend part of this evening talking to my kids and grandkids on the phone. Like I said, I don't know his name, but God does, and I said a prayer for his family.