-crushed trachea
-broken sternum
-reduced functionality in left hand
-bad left knee, it works but is messed up
-stab wound to right kidney
-stab wound in left shoulder
-two scars on chin from fists w/rings on
-two permanent lumps on left side of head from impact weapon
-one such lump on forhead
-another at base of skull
-little nicks and cuts on left hand from parrying/passing
-shot in butt by .22
-stab wound in groin(missed the testiculos y la serpenta de los pantalones thank heavens)
The most disheartening loss of a friend was this little 6 year old boy who used to live next door who got shot in the head at point blank range because some guy was trying to buy drugs from the local dealer, "Taco", but didn't have any money and wanted to trade a gun instead.
Taco said no, and that the gun probably didn't work anyway, to which the guy said something like "you wanna bet" and turned around and shot my young friend in the head.
I should note this all happened next to the sandbox in the playground.
Everyone, including the drug dealer, jumped on the shooter and brought him to the ground.
The cops arrested him and he musta gotten bail because he was walking around the neighborhood in a couple days. I don't know what ultimately happened to him.
My Mother was also going to mary this guy when I was around 7, but he got shot and killed when my Mom, my Stepfather-to-be, and his young son went to his office to get some paperwork the day before the wedding and met up with an intoxicated buisness partner who was armed with a gun and threatening to kill all three members of my family who were present. My would-be Stepfather died in a shoot out protecting my Mother and his son.
I wasn't there, I was picked up at school by my Grandfather and had been at his house all day. No one heard about what had happened or even seen my Mother till the next afternoon. The freaky part is even though I had no way to know what had happened, I dreamt of what happened, accurate down to the last detail that night.
These are the two cases that really stick out in my mind. I never knew my real biological father, and this guy was the only person my Mother was ever with who treated me right. Though I was twice as old as the little kid, he was like my little brother.
Anyway, you have no reason to believe any of this at all, because none of you know me from Adam, but I wouldn't tell you wrong.
I don't agree with the "run away" philosophy. There is nowhere I can run that my attacker cannot follow, and I'd rather die giving as good as I get than by getting shot in the back.