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Cement Punching Bag 
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This happened in 1969 when I was a student in a small mining town in northern Canada. In late spring, the mining company hired male students to work on clean-up crews on Saturdays. We would clean the town site and the company plant site after the snow melted. The town got several feet of snow in the winter, sometimes ten feet or more. One Saturday, a crew of us was cleaning up around some sheds in the remote areas of the plant site. There were a few paper bags of cement standing on the ground, leaning against a shed. They had very likely been out there all winter long, absorbing water from the snow through the bag. Well, one of my crew mates thought of himself as pretty tough, so he swaggered up to the bags, expecting the contents to be the soft powder of uncured cement, and punched one really hard with the intent of splitting it wide open. The bag stayed intact but he broke several bones in his hand on the hard cement.

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