A strong wind broke two apple trees in half in my grandfather's garden. The apples fell to the ground. My godfather had to saw off the broken branches with a chainsaw. All that was left for me to do was to put the apples in a cart and dispose of them. I gathered them in piles with a rake, put them in a bucket with my hands and poured them into the cart. My daughter and her friend helped me. Our little barn has a broken lock and the door won't latch, so we prop it up with a piece of iron. While my daughter was squatting picking up the apples and putting them in the bucket, that piece of iron slipped off the door and hit her on lower back. I didn't see it happen. It was strange that she didn't start crying. I looked at her back and there weren't any scratches or abrasions. I asked her if she was OK and she said 'yes'. Thank God, everything turned out all right.