LOL!<quoted text>Two rounds passed through your head? What?
Here's one of the earliest versions of this fairy tale.
You'll notice he says nothing of the bullets "passing through his head" at this time.
Post #69991 02/10/12
"Out in the desert, there are many dead poles with insolators still on them!
I stepped dead under one, and shot it, it shattered (ceramic) I jumped
bacwards over a cactus... OUCH!
Next time I was out, I found a pole with glass insollators on it...
I looked for cactus, none around!
Dead under it, I shot! The insolator didn't break, and I felt a tug on
my jacket. I looked again for cactus because it felt just like one snagging
my jacket... No cactus!
I shot again... same thing! I gave up, a .22 was big enough for the job!
I went home, and when I took my jacket off, there were two lead lines
straight down my back 1/4" appart, and starting at mid, to lower shoulder
blade! I thought... "Wow, that could have been very bad!" Never gave it
another thought until 04, when I got re-aquainted with the Lord! He told
me that He'd been protecting me for a long time, to look back at things
in my life, and that story is only One of many times the Lord saved my bacon!"