I found a man dying (more than likely already dead) of a heart attack in a parking lot at the gun range. This poor guy was face-up sprawled out on his back when I pulled into the range. At first I was dreading finding someone who'd shot themselves and hit by an accidental discharge or some freak accident while putting some guns into his car, but there was no blood, just an older-looking man lying peacefully on his back. His name was Michael, he was 53, and he rented a place from Gary, the gun store owner and worked at the range. I went in and got some help, someone started CPR as we called 911, they came fast and got to work on him, but he didn't make it. It was his time to go.
The saddest part is that he has no family. His story was apparently a pretty rough one, although the last part of his life he had essentially got everything worked out, he had a rough early adulthood, it sounded like. At the least he had friends that cared about him.
I hope he was ready to go. It's times like this that I feel a need to pray for God's mercy.
On a lighter note, depending on how much of my tax return I get to keep after a car repair, I'm going to be acquiring an AR-15. The AR-15 is all kinds of awesome.