Brush with Death- this is a story of irony and my brush with death and an unlikly saviour.
I was born in a small country town in Oklahoma so intially 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 to a local cafe that I was told had the "best cup of coffee in the city". Everyone in the city drinks coffee. After taking a 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 NFL line backer. I thought that a cabbie had finally gone completly 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 arse. They caught my shooter, turns out I wasn't the ex-girlfriend he thought he was shooting. Lucky her. He is in jail, but will be released in
January third is a day I will never forget. I was headed to a local cafe that I was told had the "best cup of coffee in the city". Everyone in the city drinks coffee. After taking a 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 NFL line backer. I thought that a cabbie had finally gone completly 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 arse. They caught my shooter, turns out I wasn't the ex-girlfriend he thought he was shooting. Lucky her. He is in jail, but will be released in