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Garage Door Repair Story

Every Friday morning Phyllis had a hair appointment. This Friday was no different. She gathered her keys, the family checkbook, her clutch and headed for the garage. She pushed the button to open her garage door and … Absolutely nothing happened.

Her regular day had unexpectedly come to be not so regular. Disturbed, she pushed the button a 2nd, then a 3rd time. The garage door refused to budge. Then she did exactly what every housewife does when something in the house does not work, she called out to her husband, Don.

Don, asking himself “what now?” sauntered to the garage to offer aid and comfort to Phyllis. They have been married a very long time and he constantly responded to Phyllis’s summons. It was one of the keys to their relationship.

He repeated Phyllis’s effort and pushed the button several times himself. Darn! The garage door steadfastly refused to budge. Once more he asked yourself “exactly what now?” only this time it was directed at the garage door, not Phyllis.

Then Don saw that the two springs at the top of his door didn’t look the same. Better evaluation exposed that one of the springs was broken. “Geesh! Yet another repair statement! Simply exactly what I need.” thought Don.

“How am I going to get to my hair appointment if the door won’t open?” asked Phyllis, “The auto is in the garage.” She said, stating the obvious.

Don thought for a moment, then an idea flashed through his head. “Hang on a second, I think I can open the door for you.”

He went to the cord hanging from the garage door opener’s track and gave it a pull. The opener system clicked and lo and behold, the garage door opener was disconnected from the garage door. “Progress!” he thought.

Then he got the garage door handle and pulled. The garage door came up to Don’s knees.

“Give me a hand here, I think we can get the door open.” said Don. Phyllis dutifully placed both hands under the bottom of the door and lifted. Between the two of them they were able to raise the garage door as far as Phyllis could reach. Enough to get the auto out.

Then she let go.

Immediately the garage door crashed closed. Don, still holding the door by the handle, tumbled forward into the door, then backward into the auto. Then he slumped to the garage flooring.

Phyllis shrieked. Don swore. At least he was still conscious, but he lay on the cement flooring doing a mental count of his body parts.

After a couple of moments, Don tried to get up, but his back shrieked, “Don’t!” Don lay between the auto and the door asking yourself just exactly what to do next.

Phyllis didn’t hesitate. She had actually experienced Don’s body being thrown around by the crashing door and recognized he had to be injured. Fortunately the 911 operator responded rapidly and Don was quickly on the way to the medical facility. They needed to carry him through the house and out the front door to get him in the ambulance. The whole neighborhood watched.

The obvious lesson. Garage doors are heavy. If your door does not work, don’t mess with it. Call a garage door professional.