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September 8, 2003 Well, I've never spent my evening cleaning up after a gunshot -- until today. My nephew ended up shooting himself in the leg, so while he was going into surgery, my wife and sister and I cleaned up the blood at his house.
Good Lord, this is so surreal!
I am not a fan of guns. I was trained when I was younger in gun safety and how to shoot rifles, shotguns, and handguns. I don't like it. We don't own guns. In my nephew's case, he and his family are what one would have considered careful gun owners. The guns were kept in a safe. But only one gun had a trigger lock on it. It turns out that the other gun - the one without the lock - had a bullet in it. The guns needed to be moved, as some painting was going to be done in the house. Well apparently, while moving the guns, the one went off. My nephew was the only one home and fortunately had the focus to be able to call the police/ambulance, and to call his mom.
I never would have thought that I would spend an evening of my life cleaning up someone's blood after a gunshot wound! We don't live in a "bad" part of town. We're a "normal" family, regular jobs, etc. This is why I do not like guns -- gun accidents happen too easily.
So this evening my nephew was very lucky. He's undergoing surgery. He'll need some lengthy rehabilitation, but should be OK overall.
Thank you God.
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