I got shot in the upper arm with a 22 when I was 15. Never been so scared getting away after being shot. I was on a bicycle with a friend. Blood shooting out of my arm. Three guys took off after me and my adrenaline was in the "I am going to die" mode. We flew into a store and the
bad guys took off. Probably a good 1/2 mile chase and I was pretty shook up because for one, I didn't provoke it. No eye contact, no dialog.. just Pow!
This is how it got diffused... store called my mom. She came down. Called the police. Took me to the hospital. Police made out a report. I couldn't identify the shooter (Oakland, Ca.) End of story.
Spent a year in Vietnam and was never a direct target. Just a lot of praying and crossed fingers.