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My Coworker Got Shot in The Head and Still Made Our Meeting
What is the most important thing in your life?
For the record — I know one of you will wonder this — he was alive in the meeting. It wasn’t a Meetings at Bernie’s sort of thing where they had his limbs on strings.
Jeff took a left in Baltimore when he should have gone right. His hotel wasn’t where he remembered. Using GPS never occurred to him, since the city had been his home in a past life.
A wrong turn. A dark street. A series of loud pops. And then…
Blackout.
He learned from first responders that his SUV skidded off the road, slamming into a pole. If the attack had been aimed at Jeff, the shooter likely would have come to finish the job. Instead, the crossfire from a gang fight faded away as the emergency vehicles flashed into view. Paramedics cut Jeffout of the vehicle.
He remembers none of this.
His memories jump from steering wheel to hospital ceiling.
The email came to us a few days later.
“Hey team, please excuse me, but I might be a little late for today’s meting. I was shot in the head a couple days ago, and I have to change these bandages before I get on the call.”
