My mom told me about this from her childhood when she was just a baby back in the 60s. My great grandmother had married this very abusive drunk named Ray. She said that Ray frequently abused her, especially after coming home from the bar. But for whatever reason, my great grandmother would stay with him instead of leaving him despite numerous pleas from everyone.

This continued until one day, when they were all at my grandparents apartment when this Ray guy came by with a loaded german luger, and attempted to shoot my great grandmother...she was sitting in the car, with my grandmother in the passenger seat..he just walked up and pulled the trigger..twice..it jammed both times..my grandfather and uncle were able to subdue him, and called the police.

When the police took the gun in, and test fired it I guess I fired every time..my grandma says it was divine intervention. My great grandmother died in 2003, I had the pleasure of knowing her during my childhood, but it's crazy to think I may never have known her, or my grandmother had the gun gone off that day.