My hubby has fallen off the top of a 40’ pole a couple of times. I thought that was bad enough. But geez, 470’??!! I think I’d die just from the fear of the fall.
The fact that your husband fell off of a 40 foot pole and survived once is a miracle, but twice? WoW, that's amazing. He must lead a charmed life because he's found favor with God. Three and a half feet laid me up for almost a year with several fractures and a broken tail bone.