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I was hearing bullets flying over my head and that was really scary.

Real people.

I was looking around at all the cards and the pink ceiling and all the happy things around me and I'm

spewing blood who faced death.

We were rowing into nothingness,

into nowhere we didn't know where we were going

or what we were doing.

And lived to tell how.

I had all this rage immediately come up in me and I said you shot me

you son of a bitch. This is I survived. It's February 2007 in Salt Lake City, Utah. Two days before Valentine's Day,

a Salt Lake City mall is filled with shoppers.

Sixteen-year-old A.J. and his dad, Jeff, are shopping for Valentine's Day gifts.

My dad, he had this huge plan to take my mom to this really nice hotel in the city and, you know,

buying your presents.

He just was going all out on this.

I mean, that's the type of guy he was.

Their shopping done, A.J. and Jeff headed toward the rooftop parking garage.

We are going to walk up the ramp and go to our car that was probably 10 feet away, like two or three stalls away.

Suddenly this man pulled out of the corner and like was standing right on the top of

that ramp blocking the exit. I saw him pull something

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