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Brush with Death
I was born in a small country town in Oklahoma so initially the move to NYC was quite the shocker. I went from a 200 person class to a 2,000 person class In the matter of days. Every morning I found myself disgusted with the traffic and overall hustle and bustle of “the big city”. Finally I decided I needed to experience the city. January third Is a day I will never forget. I was headed too local cafe that I was told had the “best cup of coffee In the city”. Everyone In the city drinks coffee.
After taking wrong turn and walking about 6 blocks out of my way I decided I should double back and try again a different day. Just as soon as I turned around there was a loud noise and I felt like I had been hit by a NFG line backer. I thought that a cabin had finally gone completely insane, hopped the cab on the sidewalk and run me over. The only problem with that was I never saw a car. Once I finally realized I had been shot I thought, this is how I am going to die? I always thought it was going to be a more dramatic death.
You know the type where you die saving an elderly couple that has been married 60 years from a burning building. No, not me, I was shot from behind, I didn’t even get to see the person that I thought was taking my life. Coward. Finally, someone came over to me and said everything was going to be alright. When I looked up I saw this little elderly couple standing there, cell phones in hand, saving my life. I was taken to the hospital and underwent four major surgeries in the course of 12 hours. I actually died for 4 minutes.
Just as they were going to pronounce my death another doctor came in and gave it one more shot. I woke up 17 days later, a survivor of a 8 gunshots wounds and a horrible case of mistaken identity. 4 shots in the back, 2 in my left leg, 1 on the right and a topper on the cake 1 in the ears. They caught my shooter, turns out I wasn’t the ex-gladdener he thought he was shooting. Lucky her. He Is In Jail, but will be released In 2005 when he turn 18. It took me almost a year to learn how to walk again and another 6 months to run.
I never found that coffee shop but I did find a new respect for New York City. I graduated high school In 1998 a year later than the rest of my class. And for the last 5 years I have been traveling around the United States Into the streets that nearly killed me, talking to gangs and “thugs”. I am not out there trying to change them, merely trying to make them realize that one case of mistaken identity can cause many families a lot of pain. Brush with Death- this is a story of irony and my brush with death and an unlikely savior. By celli the shocker.
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