JFIFC    $ &%# #"(-90(*6+"#2D26;=@@@&0FKE>J9?@=C  =)#)==================================================4K" }!1AQa"q2#BR$3br %&'()*456789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz w!1AQaq"2B #3Rbr $4%&'()*56789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz ?.In8S]K )5 h-KI"Vφ<3j- V ,>iTv.ݙQxr0ilm HR=ڻI,m`YKaUQ2dz1]q5_KwEDCҹ^+Nlp,v߮*giH-6dN^->8(%9ǨZYOɶUfbfS[c4U Ď+Wv#M̚haSﭚ:>wI/F@k15z[č,6>aP[q\mp%*7U˱՜ܛz2vuJG7nKx}JK{W gkK\wF݉rA)}4M4y{Z$'nZ0`eV: VŷG!k6p `G0Fp$f '6oanBGORH{5CoMZu<br> ____________________________<br><br>Jeffrie's dad, Wayne Banks, had just left home to rest from his sawmill.  Less than 30 minutes later, said Mr. Banks,  Jeffrie caught his arm in an 1,800 RPM saw. The 7-man work crew brought Jeffrie and the remains of the severed arm to his father.<br> I almost fainted when I saw my son, remembered Mr. Banks. Jeffrie was just going into the 8th grade and was only 14 years old. He was cutting out a notch in a piece of wood to make a pallet. <br> I had a loose glove and was reaching for a piece of wood, said Jeffrie half smiling.  I just took off running. I guess I was in shock. The workmen caught me and put me in the car. <br>Jeffrie got out of the car by himself and walked up to his dad. His sister and mo