I now know what the hoopla is about.
Making a little box for my daughter from a hunk of maple flitch (3 for $10 in the scrap bin at my woodie place). Not much wood to work with, about 24 x 4 X 1/2 after I got it planed flat and table saw-jointed square.
Box is 6L X 3 1/2W X 4D. All pieces cut to rough size, finger joints made. Now to trim all to finish size. It's about 95 degress in the garage and I've been at it 4 hours (I'm learning, so I'm slow).
Trim the 6" guys to final depth, ripping on the fence. 3 1/2" guys are a bit trickier, so out comes the GGGRipper! Push first one though and, golly, splliter is in the way! No thinking, lift up GGGRipper and WHACKO! That piece of maple hit my right thigh like a line drive hitting a 3rd baseman who's in for the bunt (yeah, been there too!). It was just smaller. Ouch!
Hopped around a bit, dropped drawers to check wound. Just a big old strawberry, with the clear outlines of my lovingly cut fingers emblazoned on my thigh muscle.
Found piece of maple, one finger broken off, another mashed and a big chunk out where it hit the blade on it's way to my leg.
I now know - hold it down until the blade stops or you KNOW it's past the blade entirely. Alternative is to wear body armor, including a cup.
Living and learning.
Tom