I was 13 yr. old and my best friend lived several houses down from me.
We were playing one day when we came to his house.
We went inside, no one was home. He said, come in here, I want to show
you something. We went into his parents bedroom to a large dresser and
mirrow where he opened a drawer and took out a chrome revoler.
His father was the sheriff of the small town where we lived. He handed
the gun to me, not saying anything. Being a dumb kid, having no kind of
training on gun safety, I pointed the gun at his stomach. I didn't think
about him handing me a loaded gun. Maby he didn't know it was loaded.
Only God kept me from pulling the trigger. I pointed at his stomach and
then turned and looked at my self in the mirrow and pulled the trigger.
The bullet went through the mirrow, through the house and I guess into the
ground. We were so scaired we began crying and I ran home.
I don't know what happened but I never heard from the sheriff.
I had nightmares about that for years and I still think of it with a shutter.
What if I had killed my friend. Thank You Lord I didn't.
