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You certainly can't say your Easter Sunday was uneventful. Well you could, but.....

You're a superhero!

Sounds like you had a more eventful Easter than I did.

Glad the guy should be okay.

I have some experiences close to this, but not gun shots. I don't want to detract from your post, so I won't mention them. At this time.

Thanks for your comment but I'm not a superhero.

I'm just a guy who seems to show up a little too late to be involved in the actual event...but I am someone who willing to jump in and help others who might need some help.

I've read that bad things happen in a group of "3"...My wife and I are up to "2" serious events for 2023..I think we will try to stop at 2...

arch...thanks for the consideration but feel free to comment on your own experiences in this thread.

The bottom line...none of us know how much "1 minute + or - " might have affected our lives.

One minute sooner and my wife and I might have been facing a situation where a brother with a gun, might have been threatening to shoot a member of his family or anyone attempting to help, including me or my wife.

Not knowing the complete story, we stopped and offered to help.

One minute, + or - , can make a difference in our lives.

Wow. 2 emergent incidents like that where you were able to help people in dire need. Don't second guess, you did what your instincts as a compassionate person told you to do, and people are better off for it. Good job!

Gland you and yours are all good.

Funny how life is like that. A minute here or there, or few feet here or there can change everything. It does make you think, but there isn't much you can do about it. Sometimes fate works in your favor, sometimes not.

I just thank God every night for the safe days passage.

One helluva story, mac.

I'm glad that You and Yours are OK. And yes- the element of chance impacts/influences our lives in ways we simply can't prepare for.
An inch, here or there. A minute earlier or later. Take a different route to work. Choose a different seat at the World Series when the game-winning walk-off home run ball lands in your section.
The randomness of Life. Chance. "Fate" (I'm still ambivalent about about its validity, but it deserves to be included in this list).

Occasionally I think about these things- and your post is a reminder for all of us that we only have so much control over the flow/events of our lives. Thank you for posting your account of this event, and the thoughts that they inspired in you. I'm sure we can all gain something from reading your thread.

Also- let me say this: You posted about a dramatic event and how it effected everyone, but my main takeaway from the story was more about you. Your first instinct was to assume the role of The Good Samaritan. The next step You+Wife took was to protect your family. I think it was Eve who called you a 'Superhero.' I don't disagree with her at all. Every action you took that day was a testimony to your basic character. We Dawgs should be proud that you're in our kennel.

Also, I agree with you on this: it would benefit the board if arch would share his experiences, as well. In a world where our daily news feed is so awful, it's important to get stories that give us some balance.

This thread is a good thing.

That's what she said.

"He's here all weeks, folks. Don't forget to tip your wait staff."

Just the tip though.

24 or so years ago. On what should have been a great day - my first as the dealer principal at a GM dealership. I was on my way to work. No traffic ahead of me for 300-400 yards. (small town, 35 mph limit there). I did not see it happen. But, the car in front of me went left of center and smashed a straight truck. By the time I stopped and got out of my car to check on the driver (and while this was happening I saw the driver of the truck on the phone. He couldn't get out of his truck, but obviously he was on the phone with 911.)

Well, the girl (found out later she was 16) had her window down. As I got to the window to ask if she was alright, I saw the engine compartment had smashed her legs, pretty much under the drivers seat. Gruesome. "Hey, are you okay?" She looked at me. I tried opening the drivers door. It was jammed shut - I couldn't open it.

As she was looking at me, she went limp, and her eyes closed. I could hear the breath go out of her. A cop showed up soon, and the rescue squad was on its way.

She died in front of me. I was the last person she ever saw.




Another time, father in law had a towing business. Got a call for a 2 vehicle accident. As we pulled up, the highway patrol told us "Just be aware, the guys head got split open. There's brain matter all over." Hooked it up, towed it to the shop. I couldn't help myself so I checked out the car. Somehow, I got brain on my hand and didn't realize it.

So, Mac, at least your record for survivors is better than mine. I still think about that 16 year old girl that died, looking at me, and I couldn't do anything to help her.

Thanks mac. I think about her often. But I will be sure to not divulge personal information in the future.