I am sure it has been done before but here is my story.
Back in May 2006 I got off of work at the mall. I got on the bus as usual and another mall employee I had talked to on a regular basis sat down across from me. We chatted it up for a while and he commented about always running into people that knew me, there was another person I knew as an acquaintance on the bus so we moved back to talk to her as well. The first guy gets off and her I keep talking. She says she has to walk to meet her boyfriend before we get off and I offer to walk with until she meets him but she declines and we go our separate ways.
I go to the store before headed home and grab some beer. Halfway through my first beer there is a knock at the door. A friend of my roommate, we talked for a bit and he left. Almost done with my beer and another knock, it is him again just asked if he could use the restroom thinking nothing of it I say sure and in flood three more people as soon as the door is opened the rest of the way. One of them the boyfriend of the girl on the bus.
The first thing said is "why where you messing with my girl, dawg?" As two of them opened butterfly knives and I tried to talk them down, I sat there calmly on the couch. They were quite unwilling to listen and I think sitting there calm and just trying to talk passed off at least one of them. The boyfriend is in my face waving his knife but he did not make the first strike, his friend jumps out from behind me and stabs me in the neck(It felt like it went in one side and out the other). I stood up grabbed my throat and said "fuck I am going to die." I ran to my bedroom to get away through the patio door in there. I close one door behind me and I am going for the sliding glass door when there is a crash and a slam against the back of my head. They had kicked the door off it's hinges and it hit me.
The next thing I remember I swear I am in my living room again but it my have been me stumbling into the hallway again and I see two flashes. They reflected off of the man's glasses, there was an ambient light coming from outside but for a moment there were just those three flashes.
I am suddenly on the floor looking up at the front door, one figure standing there I tell him "just leave, I'm already dead" the voice raspy and gurgling. He then asks where my phone is and I say I think it's is my bag. After he grabbed it and was out the door I hear a car squeal out of the parking lot leaving me for dead.
I picked myself up off of my floor and stumbled out the door and started knocking at my neighbor's window and door for help. They looked out and right after the man is out with a towel telling his family to call 911. I have no idea how long it took but they start showing up asking me questions. The usual sort I guess, who and why and I was scared to talk because I thought every time I did even more blood poured out then if I were silent. The paramedics arrive to take me away and I tried to persuade them not to cut off my clothes because I was not wearing underwear(my thought now is delirium) I was trying to maintain some modesty I guess. They are asking me questions as they get me ready, on the stretcher and through the ride to the nearest trauma ward a city over. We get there and as they wheel me in to er I get another scare as one doctor says "he's probably a junky that got messed up in a drug deal gone wrong" and just before I go out I can feel an intense pressure around my neck.
That is the story of that evening, two blackouts, stabbed seven times as I was told four of them in the neck and shot four. I have a bullet in my head, one in my chest, one that shattered in my hand and one was removed as it was caught in my esophagus. I was out of the hospital in eleven days. I will attach a link to the Arizona Tribune story.
Edit: I want to thank everyone for giving me a great experience with this IAmA. It was a ton of fun and very touching. I will still respond as long as I am getting questions and want to leave you with a message here that I tried to repeat throughout this thread.
Don't let a few unstable people dissuade you from living your life.