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So the first time I was almost shot I was almost 15 years old and I was at a party. My friend was in the middle of a horrible relationship with a guy and he showed up wanting to speak with her.
She didn’t want to speak with him and he wasn’t having it. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so she got one of the older neighbors involved. Her boyfriend finally left but a short time later there was a knock on the door.
He was back and this time he had somebody with him. He started fighting with the neighbor and next thing I know there’s a huge group of us all watching everything go down in the parking lot.
I’m standing there watching everything happen when suddenly the neighbor smashed him in the head with a beer bottle. I was in disbelief. I had never seen such a thing and I was shocked.
He stumbled backwards and then he reached into his waistband. Everybody took off running as we see him start to pull out a gun. I jumped behind some garbage dumpsters and hid for a second before I bee-lined to my buddy’s apartment
As I was running I heard the gun go off. The next day we were all hanging out when we noticed a bullet hole about a foot and a half to the left of my buddies apartment door. Two feet to the right and that would have hit me in the head.
The second time I was almost shot. I guess technically you could say I was grazed by a bullet. Some family friends had just gotten to new rifles. We were out shooting all day and came home and barbecued.
We had been home for a couple hours. I was standing outside my friend’s car on the passenger side with the window down and door shut talking to him. He was sitting in the driver’s seat with one of the rifles laying on his lap. We had been talking for about an hour.
All of a sudden I hear the loudest explosion I have ever heard. Let me tell you when you’re in front of a gun that is being shot it is much louder than it is when you’re the one shooting it. My ears are ringing and I can’t hear a word. He had removed the magazine but failed to realize there was a bullet in the chamber.
Suddenly I feel some kind of pain in my leg. I looked down and my pant leg had three holes in it. I lifted my pant leg thinking oh my God I’ve been shot. Little to my surprise there was a tiny little scrape that just barely started dripping blood. A scratch, a freaking scratch. I was so lucky.
Thanks for reading my story and don’t ever forget… If donkeydidit… You can too!
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