28. Every Loud Bang
One night I was at a bar and as I was standing at the back door, the front doorbell rang, as it was a private club, the bouncer did not let the guys in because they were thrown out earlier. A few minutes later, the front door exploded. A girl sitting right in front of the door was badly injured with large splinters that were 6 to 8 inches long that pierced through her hand and leather jacket and face. Debris had hit me standing at the back door, the bartender was telling everybody to get down and take cover. I ran and hid behind a pool table scared and shaking until the police arrived. Turns out they had stolen quarter sticks of dynamite and used some on the door. To this day when I hear a loud bang or something like it, I hit the floor. I have PTSD because of that. I was 18 then, and I’m now 57.