“An angle grinder cut off my toe,” he told me. It was at the butchery counter of my local grocery store. I hadn’t seen him in a while. I thought he was working in another rotation. I usually do my groceries in the afternoons. “I was on sick leave for two months,” he said. “Oh boy! I didn’t know. What happened?” Then he told me about his toe. For a second, I thought it was a simple cut that a few butterfly stitches could fix. “What actually happened?” “The angle grinder did cut off my toe.” It wasn’t a simple...