Just thanks. In my humble opinion...you have now given me life...twice.July 9th, 1973, I was born to Thomas and Teresa Watters, and they have done and did all they can and could to make sure I had what I needed. We weren't rich...but we never lacked anything. My parents worked hard. They always took care of me and my two sisters. In May 1995, my Mom passed away from complications from breast cancer. I know my Mom watches me and my family and friends from wherever she is right now, doing her best to influence us with the morals and lessons she has given our family...I'm convinced now that she is watching and protecting me. Who else would?I was at a card game on the East Side of Buffalo. It was not a big game...two $20 tourneys...there were 9 guys total. I won one, and busted in the other...making me up $50 for the night. We leave the game, and my housemate and I get in his truck. He has a Jeep Liberty. No sooner we both get in the truck, lock the door, and start it up...a guy runs up to the side of the truck....the side I am on...and begins to very violently jam the barrel of a short shotgun into the glass of the door I was next to. Before my housemate could react...I couldn't get the words out of my mouth what was happening...the guy musta hit the window 4 or 5 times. The window...DID NOT BREAK. I yell GO!...we speed off, and I hear a what can only be described as a cross between a crack and a bang. We hauled *** outta the East Side, running at least one red light, to a gas station near the Cheektowaga/Buffalo border to examine the car. In the back panel, there is a rather large hole. Now...and maybe someone could elaborate some who knows about guns(and cars)...I cannot tell if the hole if because we sped away and since he was jamming the barrel of that gun very hard...I cannot tell if he shot or just speared the truck with the gun as we sped away. I will get you pictures of this hole as soon as I can.It, however, is about "baby fist" sized...as if your 5-6 year old nephew were to punch a hole in the car with his hand. It's dark...I didn't notice a slug or shards of metal or fiberglass(is the body of a Liberty metal or glass?)...and I honestly don't know what a shotgun would sound like with all the windows closed at point blank range shooting directly into the body of the car. How the hole got there really is moot. That window should broke. That guy was railing on that thing with the metal barrel of that shotgun.There have been a rash of killings on the lower East and West sides....here is a link to an article about it...right in these kneighborhoods...http://www.buffalone...707/1061412.asphttp://www.buffalone...708/3007624.asp
I cannot help but think that I could have easily been the next article on someone needlessly killed....that window did not break. The guy did not choose to shoot that gun...he choose to try to shatter the window first. The window did not break. This all happened around Midnight or so tonight...July 9th...my birthday.Maybe I'm sappy and everything...but how did that window not break? It's not a windshield...the side windows break on a car easy, right? Especially when you are jamming HARD the metal barrel of a shotgun into it, right? It did not.I think...and here I guess is where spirituality comes in...but I think my Mom...because who else would...protected me and my housemate tonight. That window didn't break...I was not shot and robbed...the truck only has a hole in it...Call me crazy....but life truly is the best birthday gift I could ever, ever receive. I am truly blessed.Look...I'm not gonna get all God on ya folks...but I truly feel as if I used a life up tonight. I am blessed.Thanks for listening.