When my wife died unexpectedly, I was one miserable man for a few years. I needed to vent and yell to rid myself of the frustrations I was holding within. I had no one else to listen to me. After two and a half years of feeling lonesome, I decided to join a support group. On the the third meeting, I took up the whole 2 hours, but those around me understood. The next meeting, we discussed the things we all had in common. After only a few months, I was beginning to get my life back.
Did or do you love someone so much that you would be willing to take a bullet for that person? One weekend, my wife and I stayed in Washington as a weekend getaway. We had just left the restaurant and was waiting on the valet to bring our car around when a man came running up to us with a gun in his hand. He wanted my Rolex watch and my wallet. He also wanted my wife’s as well. She refused to give it up. He was very impatient and I could tell he was going to shoot her, so I walked in front of her just as he fired the gun.
The bullet entered my chest, only a 1/8 inch from my Aorta. I was bleeding pretty good, but the EMT’s got to me in less than 15 minutes. After they had compression on my chest, I was rushed to the hospital. I was going to be OK. I still have the dented mark from the bullet’s entry. The slug was removed during surgery. It was a .380 I don’t know if the bullet would have killed my wife, but that never occurred to me. I was sure he was going to shoot her.
BTW, my wife was 4 months pregnant with our only child. The shooter was given a 30 year sentence with no parole eligibility for 20 years.