Skip to comments.Woman survives shooting by ex-boyfriend when the gun misfires
Posted on 02/21/2014 5:55:24 PM PST by Extremely Extreme Extremist
(KMOV.com) -- An amazing story of survival as an OFallon woman has a loaded gun shoved in her face by her ex-boyfriend. He pulls the trigger several times, but nothing happens.
The female victim asked not to be identified. She said her ex-boyfriend, Jerry Beatty, 53, kicked in the door of her home and had a gun in his hand.
Somebody points a gun in your face, you know I turned my head and it clicked, the victim said, [He] was like, Look at me when I kill you.
Police said there was nothing wrong with the gun, but the ammunition was stored in Beattys trunk. The heat, cold and humidity had taken its toll on the bullets.
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Saved by WD40!
Lady, you need to get your own damn gun.
The cops will NEVER get there in time to save you.
I sure miss my ex...but my aim is improving!
Back around 1960 a cop in Mobile, Alabama survived an attempted murder. The perp pulled the trigger six times and the gun never fired.
The cops later checked the gun and all six shells had dimples in the primers. The guns hammer fall was just a little too weak to set them off.
If I were that cop, I would definitely think it was a miracle.
Pistol grips on a blunderbuss will kill you before you ever hit the target. Never could understand the appeal to that. I did take a special pleasure watching the little punk with the sleeve tattoos getting knocked off the porch. She stepped up all full of attitude.
A “Goode Olde Boy” told me: “If you start to miss your EX
then I recommended two clicks left windage.”
My mother in law is alive today because the cops told her to get a gun and she listened. Her ex had a history of violence. He would beat her up, the cops would take him in, he would get out, and simply do it again. 2 hours after purchasing the gun, he got out, kicked the door in, and got blasted. He survived but never messed with her again. Eventually he was beaten to death and left on the side of the road in Magnolia, TX.
No, but these days, they might get there in time to kill you, or if not you, then your dog.
exactly! her advice was LAME!
My father was a cop in Oakland, CA. Back when it was fun.
He told me a lot of hair-raising stories through the years but there was one that always comes to mind as a miracle.
A perp was surrounded by police, holed up in his house. He spent the day shooting at any cops that dared try to approach. My dad and his partner were able to get behind the house unseen and entered. The guy was in the front room, still shooting. My dad tried to sneak up and grab him from behind but the guy heard him and turned around. The gun was brought level to my dad’s face and the perp pulled the trigger... and nothing happened. My dad quickly disarmed him and took him down.
They looked at the gun. It had fired flawlessly all day but the last bullet was dimpled without firing. When it’s your time, that’s it. But when it isn’t, it isn’t.
That is the sort of thing which could make you believe in miracles.
I don't think so. Maybe WD-40 played a part.....
I did a ride-along with an officer who was shot in the head with a .22 - it hit straight between his right eye and ear from the front.
The bullet went perfectly between his skin and skull, and skimmed around the back of his head, staying under the skin the whole time.
You could fire a million rounds and never duplicate that.
One of hussein’s relatives.
wow. still must have hurt like a bitch, that tunneling.
She survived an ATTEMPTED shooting.
Bet you’re a hell of a weather forecaster.
In his book “I Rode With Stonewall” the author mentions an unusual event. One of the Confederate officers was hit by a piece of shrapnell.
The wound cut his abdomen and his intestines had spilled out. He was propped up on a tree. Stonewall’s physician who was generally considered the best Dr. in the country looked him over and told him he was sorry but there was nothing he could do.
As the Dr. walked away the man cursed him for leaving him like that. The Dr. paused then came back. He had his organs washed with water then place his guts back in the body and sowed it up. The guy made a full recovery and at the time the book was written, was a lawyer in Baltimore.
So the doctor couldn't save the guy's brains, then?
It looks like it went through a bone. Glad you’re still with us. What was the circumstances?
He said it was excruciating...but it was worth it.
Goodness - that’s amazing!
I get a slight ‘twinge’ when Cirrus clouds are above. LOL.
That’s amazing he didn’t bleed out!
Glad to talk about it, if it’ll help you avoid a similar experience.
On July 14, 1974, my fiancee and I attended premiere opening of ‘People’ magazine in West Palm Bch, FL. We
went to Tropical Acres Restaurant, landmark prime rib restaurant, in next door Boynton Bch, for dinner with
several celebs and mag photogs, and when leaving, were jumped in the parking lot, by 2 ‘hood’ junkies w/ ‘Sat
Night Special’ .32cal revolver.
I was unarmed, kicked gun out of lowlife’s hand, and ran to protect fiancee from other guy w/ knife, and
first guy got the gun back from underneath nearby car, and shot me from 15-20ft.
Just as he shot, I spun sideways and bullet entered my L/S, just under trouser’s belt line. It lifted me up and threw me back 5-6ft. I had an ‘out-of-body experience’, saw cops and medics arriving from ‘floating up in the air’, woke-up in the ambulance in pkg lot, but medics couldn’t find a bullet hole or any blood. Wound closed-up and didn’t bleed externally. They released me and we went down to police station to put a facial sketch together w/ police artist.
My side was hurting, so after sketch was complete, we left for home in Miami, and as I was getting undressed for bed, saw a large red lump, size of 1/2 grapefruit w/ black dot in center, on my left hip, went over to sink and threw-up. She called South Miami hospital, they had trauma ctr ready when she drove me there, and they x-rayed and scoped me: no bones, arteries, nerves, veins etc hit. My thigh muscle stopped .32 just 1/8” from lower spine coccyx.
Trauma ctr Doc said I was “luckiest SOB he’d seen in 20yrs”; that normally I’d have bled-out in pkg lot, with
guts torn to shreds by tumbling small caliber round, but that “God was truly sitting on my shoulder that night, and was saving me for something and some reason”.
I still have a copy of the x-ray framed, and have had another taken in 2008, for a minor back injury. Docs
came running back into room screaming about me being shot; they saw bullet, but I explained it all. No cops
called since it was an old wound.
Ever since, I’ve been very ***situationally aware (OPSEC)*** of everyone and everything; not quite hyper-
vigilant, but close to it. My mind is 10 steps ahead of anything I might walk into, but I’m always looking
360 degrees and scoping-out possible bad spots or situations, and a quick reaction to anything.
I carry a Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP:
w/ 230gr hollow-points in a quick release Galco paddle holster, and won’t hesitate to use it.
Moral: I’d rather have it and not need it, than not have it and need it.
The story is truly the out of body experience. And I put it in the miracle category. Isn’t that experience peaceful and pain free? I came to the conclusion that there is no pain in death. The pain is in living. Thanks for sharing.
If I were that cop, I would definitely think it was SIX miracles!
An edifying tale, splendidly told.
I was reading comments by members of my Father’s WWII outfit. One of the guys had an 88mm shell hit just a couple of feet beside him and not explode.
He definitely considered it a miracle. As he said, all the other shell went off, why didn’t that one?
When God decides it is your time to go, that’s when you die. Not before and not later.