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I never had any trouble at anyone at school... for some reason they always pegged me as the type that would finish whatever they started. Anyways, at my first retail summer job I had this real dick of a coworker, had this complete 'better-than-you' attitude and I had to put up with it for a couple of months. He was a complete dick, the biggest asshole you could imagine, it almost drove me crazy because I couldn't beat the shit out of the guy and keep my job.
About seven years later I see the guy on the street, he was fairly haggard looking. For some reason I strike up a conversation with the guy, we go out and have lunch. I of course get stuck with the bill (though I offered that at the start). Turns out his wife of two years had just recently been killed in a car accident. The guy started to cry a bit as we talked, it was really a touching moment. Then I started to laugh...
I laughed uncontrollably for the next minute, laughing to his face about his dead wife. His eyes got really large, I could tell he was getting pissed. I just kept on laughing, with tears streaming down my face. This fucking asshole was suffering and I was loving every second of it. He got up and walked around the table and turned back toward me and was about to say something. Just as he opened his mouth to speak I heard what sounded like breaking glass. The guy then fell over, dead.
A drive by shooting had just happened and the guy was struck in the back, severed his spine and killed him near instantly. The fucked up part? If he hadn't stood up and went to the other side of the table I would have been killed. The bullet trajectory that hit him right in his spine would have undoubtedly hit me right in the back of my head, most likely killing me. This guy who I was such a dick to earlier, who in the past had been a dick to me just inadvertently saved my life.
The moral of this story? Don?t waste two minutes of your life reading a fake story by notabook.
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