I watched a man get shot today and then helped apprehend his shooter.
[…] I made my move and sprinted up toward the suspect’s car. I rolled my body along the edge of the trailer until I was able to catch the full license plate number just before he found a window to spin out across the intersection toward the Embarcadero. It wasn’t until much later that I started to digest that, at one point, I was a car length from an attempted murderer. Thank goodness the insanity of that adjacency didn’t occur to me in the moment. Instead, I had one momentary obsession – write down that plate number before I forgot it.
Taken from Chris Sacca’s ‘What is left?’: Guns. Sigh.
Had I been in Chris Sacca’s position, I’m not sure how I would’ve handled the situation. If you want to read an amazing story, you need to read his post. No commentary from me on this at the moment — I’m just amazed at how he handled himself and got the shooter’s license plate number.