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amandabel1man replied to your post “you got shot in the face??!? what”

shit, i had no idea that happened to you. that’s not something you expect… glad you made it through!

Thanks. It’s always weird for me to hear that it’s good I’m alive or that I made it cos I never once felt like I was going to die. But then again, I suppose things are different when it does happen to you. 

And yeah, I mean, who really looks at someone and say “I bet they’ve been shot!” I mean, unless it’s an obvious scar and you’re an expert on gun shot scars or whatever. You know what I mean. 

hotdadsdatingservice says: you got shot in the face??!? what

Yeah, way back right before I started 6th grade (so, about 12-ish years ago? Damn, seems longer). My best friend at the time was the one who shot me. It was an accident. I assumed the gun wasn’t loaded, my Gramma didn’t even know it was out, her bf accidentally left them out (and he feels bad to this day about it), and apparently my friend just didn’t have much experience around guns. You could almost logically blame anyone. I don’t like to place blame though. I lived and wasn’t harmed save for a small facial scar (that becomes a dimple when I smile) and a little numbness right on the scar. Just a little deviation from where it hit me and I apparently coulda been seriously harmed. I didn’t pass out at all at anytime during the little crisis it caused. That surprised a lot of people. Not to mention it taught all of us to be even smarter about guns.

At first the accident made me a little gun-shy (understandably) , but now I can touch and shoot a gun without any fear of it. 

I will say, at school EVERYONE knew who it was even though the local news and paper didn’t say any names. It was obvious when I missed a but of school and came in with a scar on my face (and not to mention travels in a somewhat small town). And anyone I’ve told about has this sudden respect for me. This one kid in high school called me gangsta, lol. And one of my current friends was like whoa and has this huge respect for me. I think it’s almost kinda silly cos people have survived and lived with much worse but alas. Maybe it’s because it happened to me that I don’t see it as huge. 

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trashycass:

Seriously when I made the realization that both Woodes Rogers and I have been shot in the face (Thought his scar is arguably more cool than mine, partially cos mine was a .22 gauge and went right in and out under my ear and his was Spanish musket shot that had to be removed ((in the 1700s)) if I recall right), my appreciation/love for him seemed to skyrocket. Not to mention we were shot on opposite sides of our face, so it’s like we come together.

//end blabbering of a pathetic fanboy

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when you’re starving and a friend offers you a piece of their food

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