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  1. Well keep in mind that my "friends" were just 14 - we're all immature and irresponsible at that age. I meant for this post to serve as a warning to parents of kids that age or kids of that age in general, to put the possible consequences of their actions in perspective.
  2. Hi all, I am 17 years old and an occasional airsoft player. This post is directed at anyone who handles airsoft guns without eye protection, anyone who knows people who handle airsoft guns without protection, or anyone who sees anyone handle airsoft guns without protection. Parents, siblings, strangers, kids 13-18 (especially), read this and remember it. December 4 2009. I still remember the date and everything that happened that night. I was 14 years old and a freshman in high school. It was a normal friday night, and I was at Andrew's house; he was one my best friends. We were hanging out with another one of my good friends, John, and some of Andrew's friends, Patrick and Conor, in the barn out back, just lounging around as we boys often do. Bored out of our minds, we wandered outside and sat around the patio. There we were, messing around with each other, talking about girls, school, parents, life, and everything was going just great. We eventually made our way to the playground to perch ourselves on the swings, and thats when Patrick noticed the gun. Left out accidently after a casual airsoft game the past weekend, it was a cheap spring shotgun, the type we all had as kids, and it was sitting on the playground with a full magazine of bb's. This thing was Walmart grade - probably had under 100fps. Patrick picked up the gun, and started shooting it off in the distance. None of us minded until he turned and started popping shots at the ground near us. Being the conscious and worried kid I am, I told him to stop and was feeling quite anxious, but all the other kids brushed me off as being stupid and "g a y". Having been told multiple times by my strict father never to be around airsoft guns without protection, my nerves got the better of me and I got nervous but didn't say anything for fear of being reprimanded by the boys. Then Patrick started threatening to shoot the rest of us in a joking way, and so Conor, John, and I all ran behind the barn, perpendicular to the playground. John and Conor ran to the side closer to the playground, while I ran to the one farther away. I waited for Patrick to cool off, and then yelled loudly that I was coming out and for him to put the gun away. After making sure he heard me, I stepped out into the yard. From this position I was blinded by a spotlight, and could not see the playground or Patrick, and they were about 20 feet away. Then I heard a shot wizz by my head, so I hit the dirt and hid behind a large inflatable soccer ball that happened to be there. Seriously scared now, I yelled out for him to stop, only to hear snickers from him and the boys. I yelled again, and then again, and then he stopped shooting. After waiting for a bit, I loudly announced that I was going to stand up, and then I slowly did. I started walking twoards the playground when it happened. All I remember is feeling an incredibly sharp pain in my right eye, and falling to the ground. I remember hearing the laughs of the boys at my comical fall. When I hit the ground I laid there for a moment, dazed. After a few seconds though, the pain and reality of the situation hit. I had been shot in the eye. I screamed as loud as I could, yelling "YOU HIT ME IN THE EYE, YOU SHOT ME IN THE F#CKING EYE!" I tried opening it but I could not. They all ran over, saw that I was serious, and dragged me in the house. I got an icepack on my eye immediately, and nursed the wound for about 15 minutes. I was in hysterics, and wanted to tell Andrew's mother and to call my dad to take me to the hospital right away, but the boys didn't want to get in trouble so they tried talking me out of it. Andrew, who had been also hit in the eye with a very soft shooting airsoft pistol, told me that it hurts for a few hours but it was ok after that. They tried making up a story to tell Andrew's mom, and while they were planning I sat down on the couch nursing my eye. I was absolutley terrified. After having ice on it for 30 minutes, I went into the bathroom to look at the damage. I removed the ice pack, and opened my eye. My iris was black. As black as my pupils. Imagine looking at what I saw in the mirror - one eye crystal green, one eye black as night. I could not see a thing out of it either. My vision was completely white. It was as if someone poured glue over my eye and let it harden - the only thing I could detect was when the lights were on or off by a slight change in the brightness of my vision. I was absolutley mortified by now. I told the other boys to go f#ck themselves, and went to Andrew's mother and told her everything. Andrew's mother reacted in the least responsible way imaginable. Rather than immediatley calling the ER and my parents, she told me to ice it some more and said that everything would be ok. I told her I was completley blind - I couldn't see a thing, and I told her that I needed to go to the hospital. With that, nearly fainting with nervousness and terror, I called my father. I told my father that his son had been shot in the eye by an airsoft gun, and that I couldn't see anything, and asked him to take me to the hospital. After 5 minutes of agony, he arrived, and whisked me away. I will never forget what followed. My father was worried sick and upset - so upset that he vehemently screamed at me the entire car ride to the hospial. I had never seen my father that angry or disturbed before in my entire life. Imagine how terrifying it is to see the one person you always trust to be in control and to know what to do to be screaming in anger and raked with worry, terrified to think of the possibility that his first born child, his son, the love of his life, would be blind in one eye for the rest of his life. I know what passed through my dad's mind during that long car ride - all the thoughts at what sort of life I would have to lead with only one intact eye. He had called my mother before, and she was even more upset. We met her at the hospital, and she was crying. I was admitted into the ER, got some scans, and then had to wait for the eye doctor to show up. When he did, I was wheeled into the examination rooms, and the last thing I saw were my parents holding each other and looking the most distraught I've ever seen them. I'm sure they aged 50 years that night. The doctor dropped all kinds of drops in my eye, examined it and shined different lights at it, trying to detect movement and response. After a series of tests, they concluded that what I had was a hyphema. Basically, the airsoft bb had burst the blood vessels in my eye, filling the eye cavity with blood from the burst vessels. The blood blocked light from entering my eye and rendered my sight useless. It looked something like this, but with the entire iris filled with blood. http://www.brooksidepress.org/Products/Ope...Call/Eye/13.jpg Thankfully, this was fixable, and my eyesight would return. They had to drain my eye, and I had to take many drops for the next few months. I missed school for 2 weeks, had to wear an eyepatch, and was very ill the entire time. After all procedures were complete, I was allowed to use my right eye again. My sight was mostly back to normal, except for the fact that my pupil was more dialated due to drops and that, even to this day, my vision remains marginally worse than that of my left eye. This incident was probably one of the most traumatic in my entire life. The physical pain, the emotional distress it caused me, and the absolute utter worry and misery it caused my parents made it an awful, awful experience. Now I have a much higher risk for eye diseases such as glaucoma when I am older. This event changed the way I looked at my life, my parents, and made me rethink my choices. Had the bb been shot from any other gun, an AEG, a sniper rifle, or anything with a little more power, I would be permanetly blind in my eye. And note this - WE WEREN'T EVEN PLAYING AIRSOFT. Patrick's immature stupidity and my naievity resulted in this event. Ultimatley it was out my control, yet I should have reacted differently when the gun was brought out. I should have immediatley taken the gun or gone inside. These things are not trivial matters. Here's where you readers come in. If you know someone, or if you are someone, who handles airsoft guns without eye protection, ask yourself if you want this to happen to you, or to a friend, or to someone you love. Ask yourself how you would feel if you saw some kids you didn't know playing without protection and you didn't say anything, only to find out the next day that one of them went blind. EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE COMMON SENSE TO WEAR PROTECTIVE EQUIPMENT, CHILDREN DO NOT HAVE COMMON SENSE, and that's why airsoft guns are illegal for minors to purchase. Don't act like this won't ever happen to you, and don't blow this off as if it's nothing important. Remember that a cheap low fps spring shot gun did this to me. Parents - if you are going to give young kids airsoft guns, lock them up and give them out for supervised events only! Andrew's mother was not responsible for securing Andrew's guns, and she is at fault for this as much as Patrick. kids - if your friend thinks its cool to shoot airsoft guns around other people without eye protection, immediatley demand he get rid of the gun. If he refuses, tell his parents or someone with authority to make sure that the guns are put away, because ACCIDENTS HAPPEN. Patrick did not want to hurt me, but he did, and look what happened due to his carelessness. While you may scoff at this story, because you feel you are always responsible when you play airsoft, remember that this can still happen! What if a gun misfires, or the bb ricochets? Remember - this can happen to you! It happened to me, and I was as naieve as all of you! Learn from my mistakes and those of my friends, and please prevent this from happening to you or someone you know. Remember, airsoft is great and perfectly safe when played by the rules. The danger comes from harmless horseplay and foolishness. All it takes is one little decision and your life could be changed forever, like mine almost was. Thank you for reading. Also, I apologize for spelling and grammar errors, I'm writing this late at night without spellcheck.
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