A few days ago I got shot (at point blank range) in an armed robbery.
I will tell the story here once so that I don’t have to explain it 1 million times over and over again. Ha ha ha.
Last Tuesday I was going to go pick up some friends and my car battery was dead. So I decided to jump in a taxi to go get them – this was in Paitilla, in Panama.
I finally flagged a taxi, and I saw some guys in the back, and asked where were the guys going. And the driver said:
“Don’t worry. I’ll just drop you off first”.
That was my biggest mistake in this whole situation.
So I sat in the front, and immediately the guy sitting behind me grabbed my shirt and tried to pin me to the seat.
Now, I’ve trained in self-defense and fighting in hand-to-hand combat for many years with Christophe Clugston. So I immediately reacted. I didn’t even have time to think about whether or not I should be reacting — I just reacted.
I probably scared the guy sitting behind the driver seat, so he shot me immediately. Only by the grace of God that I had my hands in the right place – which was on the side of my neck to grab the other assailant’s hands.
The bullet cut my left hand as it grazed the side, and then entered my right-hand and stopped in the wrist. Frankly, I didn’t know I was shot. At that point, I wasn’t feeling any pain. (On a side note, the doctor said that the muscle mass in my hands probably saved my life. God bless weightlifting.)
But I smelled the gunpowder, so I knew a bullet had gone off. So I just calmed down. I gave them my iPhone and my wallet, and asked if I could keep my IDs! Ha ha ha.
“Give me the wallet or I’ll shoot you again”.
I handed him the wallet, and I asked them to drop me off. (Another miracle is they just let me get out of the car without shooting me again).
At this point I saw I was bleeding from both hands. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was shot, because it was dark. But I was only a block from my penthouse. So I ran home, which was probably mistake because the blood really started pumping.
And when I got home, my wife called the ambulance and I canceled my credit cards, and canceled my date with my friend Glen Ledwell. I called him and said,
“Dude, I can’t see you tonight. Have just been shot. I’ve got to go to the hospital.”
To say he was shocked would be an understatement, ha ha.
Frankly, I am just filled with gratitude that I’m still alive and I can move. I went to the hospital and they took good care of me. I was out three days later.
The biggest price of this whole experience is my right-hand, which will be in a cast for 6 to 8 weeks. It will be hard for me to type, hard for me to train in the gym. But I love a great challenge, and it’ll be a good opportunity to get creative and have fun.
Thanks everyone for all the love, the humor and the support that you’ve given me. I want to thank all those who came and saw me in the hospital. Your love really helped me heal from the inside out. God bless you all. I love you all, and I’m glad to be here on this earth to continue the journey. Be careful, but don’t get jaded.