Oh, I've been cut several times and usually due to my own stupidity. There are only two time that I can remember being stabbed (maybe more that have been forgotten.
The first I was 11 or 12 and I was at a Boy Scout camp, Flaming Arrow in Lake Wales, Florida. There was a kid named Art who was threatening another Boy Scout, Matthew. When I told him that I was going to tell someone if he didn't knock it off (great idea, I know) he tapped me with a large bowie knife lightly stabbing me and he then cooly claimed he'd kill me in my sleep.Fun times!
The second time was kind of a self-inflicted stabbing. We was on a mission trip to Costa Rica in a small town called Perrita. We were digging a sewer system for a youth camp and I was in the bottom of a deep hole that was being dug out to fit a septic tank or water cistern or something. At the edge of the hole were PVC pipes that had been broken off. Well, it started to lightning and thunder, so I was told that I needed to get out of the hole. I jumped up and grabbed two peoples hands and tried to use my stomach on the edge of the hole to wiggle out. That's when my stomach found the broken PVC pipe and I was stabbed. It was a dirty, nasty, jagged cut. I didn't want to have to go to a hospital or go home so I put iodine and antibiotic ointment on it and covered it with a bandage from my first aid kit. I have a scar on my stomach from it.
