I had just finished school, I had my first job and I had a family.
It was September, and I was starting to feel the pressure.
The new year had just started.
At 6:30am, I woke up to the sounds of people shouting, and when I looked out my window, I saw a tree being chopped down.
I didn’t know what to do, so I ran into the bush and started shouting for help.
As soon as I got to the school, the school staff called the police.
A teacher told me that there was a fight breaking out, and the students were shouting for their teacher.
She called the school to ask them to calm down.
They did, and by then, I was in the bush for two hours.
By the time I was allowed back to school, a couple of my friends had been shot and I knew I was next.
When I got back to the house, I realised I was terrified.
I went to bed in my pajamas, and at 9am I went back to work.
I spent the rest of the day going out and doing other jobs.
Then, one day, I got a call from my boss.
He was very upset, because I hadn’t come back to my office, and he wanted to know why.
‘Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?’ he said.
”Because I was scared to tell my boss,’ I replied.
He didn’t believe me, so he said, ‘I don’t want you to tell me, I just want to know.”
I had never spoken to him before, so when he heard my response, he thought I was being a bit stupid.
My boss then called the emergency services.
They told me they had heard a man shouting, so they arrived and put me on a stretcher and took me to the hospital.
After the shooting, I didn’t realise it was a case of a person shouting for his or her life.
We found out later that the person had been hit by a car.
I had two gunshot wounds in my left arm and my right knee.
That’s when I realised that my dad was shot.
But I was lucky to survive.
He was shot in the left leg, and his femur had been fractured.
Doctors said it could take up to six weeks to heal.
Even though I had three bullet wounds in me, they said I would have died if they had not been able to save me.
It was the worst thing that could have happened to me.
I’m still recovering, and every day I wake up with a different pain in my leg, the same kind of feeling in my stomach, the pain in the back of my throat.
Since I was shot, I have had three surgeries, and after three months, I’m finally getting back to normal.
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