Steve and I were on a project of demolishing a kitchen for remodeling. As Steve sets up the ladder to tear out some wood beams from the ceiling, he steps up on the ladder two steps. He then reaches over with one of his legs, to the edge of the dishwasher that was exposed when the lower cabinets were ripped out. The tip of his foot has reached the dishwasher and he is now suspended by both the ladder and the edge of the dishwasher. He proceeds to remove the wood. After completing the task at hand Steve begins to shift his weight back to the ladder and it gives way.
I am just a quick hop away from this as I am witnessing the collapse. In a single almost instantaneous moment, I quickly move to his side and catch his fall. Placing my right arm onto his waist and the left one on his back for even more support, I prevent Steve from falling onto the dishwasher. It was just a three-foot drop, but Steve is in his mid-sixties and I was certain the injury was going to be painful. The action was fast, smooth, and the landing was soft. Steve was extremely grateful. He was saved from injury, by my hands.