|QUOTE (TheRoper @ Dec 9 2007, 14:42)|
| I've "seen" people get stabbed before, but no deaths. |
Anyway, I know Toga's got a pretty heavy story should he happen to spot this thread and want to share.
I do indeed. I just got back from work and saw this topic, so I'll post a little something about it.
I've seen someone die, in fact it was much worst than that. I not only watched this man die, but he died in my arms as I tried to help him stay alive. It wasn't a heart attack, or a bad fall, the death I dealt with was cold blooded murder, multiple gunshots to the torso, and all for nothing.
For those like roper who were around a year ago, they might remember the topic I created the same night it happened. I pretty much got home at 5 AM after waiting on the cops and started typing since I couldn't sleep, and although I have that topic saved someplace, I won't post that unless requested.
Pretty much what happened was this;
the man (a regular customer at my store) walked out the front door to talk on his cellphone in his car while he waited for his son. As he sat right in front of the store parked, less then 10 feet away from where I was standing, two guys walked up to the driver side of the car, pulled out two guns and let off 8 quick rounds. During the first 3 myself and others thought they were fireworks, but as they continued we realized it was gunfire and ducked. After they stopped I popped up to see what happened and my eyes instantly focused on to the man in his car only a few feet away from me. The driver side window was shattered, and I saw his head slumped down and to the right before he stopped moving.
Instinct kicked in for me, I directed my co-worker to call the police, and my feet took me to the door. By this time the son had come to the front, and I told him as I began to run out that his father had been shot. I ran to the car opening the passenger door and crawled inside to him. The first thing that hit me as I entered the car was the thick smell of gunpowder. It burned my nostrils and was very strong. I could tell he was breathing shallowly, but wanted to see how I could help him so I went around the car to the driver side. By this time, his son had opened the other side and started screaming and crying. I pushed passed him and leaned in over the man to see what I could do. I could see where bullets had grazed his arm, and where others had pierced the side of his body. I dont know how to explain it though, but when someone dies in front of you, you can tell exactly when they are gone. I was trying to feel for a pulse on this man's neck, and I could tell he was alive one minute, and then dead the next. It wasn't a question, or guess. I literally watched this mans life leave him in an instant.
Having to watch anyone die, especially at such a close range is something I'd never wish anyone to have to deal with. But it is an experience thats impossible to fully understand unless you go through it first hand. Seeing the aftermath is nothing compared to being thrust into the situation that leads up to it.