I had someone have a ND at me. He had a Ruger .22 and didn’t know how to clean it. This was after my time in the military.
So I showed him how to break it down , clean it, and put it back together. As, always I chambered one and added one to the clip and told him the gun was loaded. I guess to him loaded meant mag was loaded not one in chamber and he cranked one off in my general direction. Fortunately, his parents weren’t home so we spackled and repainted the wall.
He was my college roommate, and I had absolutely nothing, my sperm donor had robbed me blind. All I had was a couple of pairs of pants and shirts, socks, underwear, and tennis shoes. When his parents found out I was going to be on campus alone, they invited me to Christmas. Even gave me alot of clothes. I still think about them.