Dodged a Bullet

“Wow you really dodged a bullet.” 

I don’t think I ever actually dodged a bullet. I’ve been hit square in the chest by nearly every bullet life has had to throw at me. In the beginning, I’d lay in the pain. I’d curl up and cry and wonder how the pain would ever end. 

Eventually, I started trying to wipe off the blood. I started to learn how to patch up my wounds and get up off the floor. Now, I own a bullet proof vest and I avoid situations where I’m likely to get shot. I can dodge those bullets now, and if they do hit, it’s not nearly as damaging as before.