Everyone has been, or seen someone be hurt before, but few people have been in a true emergency. Two summers ago, my grandfather was less than an inch away from death. In an orange grove off of a long dirt road, my grandfather was hit in the head by the arm of a skeet launcher. Luckily it only scraped off the top of his head and dealt a glancing blow. It was a hot florida day two summers ago when my grandfather and I were skeet shooting in his company's orange grove. We finished after running out of ammunition. I had done well (especially for not having shot in a long time) and hit most of my targets. We worked together to lift the cumbersome launcher into the back of the car. I went around to the rear door to pull the launcher into the car while my grandfather pushed. After moving it about two feet into the car the launcher jammed. I looked up at the skeet launcher, “Wait! Why is that-” my grandfather gave a shove to see if it would give. THONGG rang in the air. I ran around the side of the car to see my grandfather had stumbled back about twenty feet and was clutching his head. I dialed nine one one as fast as I could knowing that my grandfather was on coumadin (a blood thinner) and that he had severe trauma to the head. My grandfather almost died that day. After the bleeding stopped (he bled profusely for at least forty five minutes) he was given thirteen stitches. He still carries a curved scar on his forehead. If his head had been an inch higher or lower or futher back or futher forward the arm would have hit him in a much more serious spot. This expierience has taught me to be ready for anything and always look for acccidents before they happen. Next time, if anything like this ever happens I will be even more prepared.