Yes, in my case ND. No one hurt, thank God.
I was 16 years old, and at 51 now I remember it like it was yesterday. All of us were born into and raised in a "gun family". Firearm safety and proper maintenance was hammered into our heads from day one.......so one can fault dad.....it was MY stupid mistake and mine alone. I KNEW better.....
but then boys will be boys I guess....
We had a large gun cabinet in the house and it was always kept locked, only dad and myself had keys to the lock. Dad had just bought a new S&W .38 snub. One day while he was at work I called him to ask permission to get out his .38 just to look at it. That's it....I just wanted to LOOK at it and polish it then put it back. Over the phone dad said ok, his words:
....."Just make sure it's unloaded and DO NOT load it......since I'm not there though ask mom to make sure it's ok with HER".
...Well, I by-passed the "mom" part and went straight for the gun cabinet after I got off the phone with dad. Mom had not a clue.....she was going about the house doing what-ever. So I take the gun over to the sofa and I sit down to look it over. My younger sister (14) is sitting on the living room floor eating a salad watching TV. I sit and polish it up with an oily rag admiring the nice blue finish. I can't help but to wonder what the gun FEELS like loaded. What will it look like LOADED. So yes, I dis-obey dad...twice....and I go get a box of .38 special and I load her up! To this VERY day I don't know how it happened because I don't remember deliberatley pulling the trigger on a gun I'd just loaded.....I KNOW better.....but of course I did. Bang!....I mean BANG!! The sound was deafining. My ears would'nt stop ringing.
Call it sheer unbelievable LUCK or the grace and understanding of a higher power that the muzzle was pointed in a "safe" direction when it happened. The "safe" direction was moms lamp on the end table to my left and the living room wall next to it. The slug passed through the lamp shade barely missing the bulb and logded itself into the wall. I sat there stunned. I could'nt believe what I'd just did. I felt stupid. Embarressed....and scared. Mom came running into the living room in a panic screaming. Sis sat there on the floor staring at me.....mouth hanging open....eyes big as golfballs....on the verge of freaking out completely.......the entire contents of her salad bowl glued to the ceiling....thanks to all the Italian dressing she used.
Again, to this day I thank God I did not hurt anyone in my family or anyone else for that matter. This could have been a tragedy. Yeah, dad had a long discussion when he got home (early) that day. I'm ashamed of the event to this day. I always will be.....but it's kind of a strange thing that BECAUSE of that incident I think that I'm much more of a safe gun handler to this day because of it. I'm not saying that a ND is a proper way to learn gun safety at all...they are to be avoided, we all know.....I'm just saying it took that event to ram into my head the seriousness of it all in a way my fathers years of teaching could not.
I told my dad in our "discussion" that this will never EVER happen again. I think he truley believed me too.....and it has not. Nor will it ever.