It is always a time of insignificance.

A normal day where nothing is expected to go wrong.

When, without warning, everything changes.

Upended from the expected and you along with it.

Disturbed like a shattering blast.

Bringing pain and chaos with it.

***

You find yourself wounded and bleeding.

Shot by life and the gun of chance it carries.

Cupping the blood you have lost and weeping over it.

Raging at the indignity of it all.

Praying that it will heal in time and before you are shot again.

Hoping that your blood replenishes faster than you lose it.

***

If you raise your eyes you will find that the bullet has left a trail behind it.

Marks through the air that the mind can see.

Visible even further back than before it struck you.

All the way to the source.

Very rarely you will see a sight you did not predict.

One that might not ease the pain but instead bring comfort.

***

That bullet trail might just intersect with one of another bullet.

Deflecting it just enough to knock it off course.

The bullet that hits becoming a body shot instead of a shot to the head or heart.

Perhaps even sparing you from a bigger bullet entirely.

A trade off made for you that still brought pain but less in the end.

A save you did not even know occurred until you stopped to look.