Most treasured gift: My children and my life. My life, as I almost lost it
once in Oregon (sheltie and I did both live in Oregon, yes, hehehe) here's the scoop:
I lived just outside of Salem on a 35 acre farm (know those dole pea's and beans, hehe we grew em) anyway, one Thursday night a band by the name of Sequel was going to perform. My then almost sister in law, Shelley - who was leaving for New Orleans that week asked me to go to this with her. We had
$4.00 between us (ladies night no cover) so, I figured what the heck. I never got to see the band, what seemed like fire crackers began just as the opening band started playing for the crowd of 300. Suddenly my leg got hot, and I thought it was cherry bombs. I heard someone scream get down he's got a gun, I thought, gun, ok <s>. So, on the floor I went. My hand brushed across my leg and when I saw the blood knew at that point I had been shot.

Needless to say, after 2 full clips emptied out on the room, I lost 4 of my friends, and I was one of 20 injured. I later found out that I was saved from death or being crippled by mere micro inches. This was the Oregon Museum Tavern May of 1981, in Salem Oregon. One of the first of the random
shootings to occur in the US. I spent years destroying myself after that. Then, as I was in repair mode, mentally and physically, 2 miracles occured, my son and three months after his birth, I became pregnant with my daughter. My children put together the pieces I lost that night, in my life. They added the value of life and it's preciousness to it once more. If not for my kids, I may have still been wandering around aimlessly trying to mend those things I lost. I am not disabled from the gunshot, it hit my left leg (mini skirts are questionable) and I have a small 1 inch scar. What hit me: a 9mm with a parabellum action, it was a Browning. (that's for all you that are curious to know.

So, that's it...I value my life and my children.

Nightshade

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