He's 4 years old, decades from becoming a point guard on the Nets. He's standing in front of a photocopy store, looking in the window while waiting for his brother to return from the supermarket. The family needs groceries, or maybe something else. Gaines can't remember. A man with a suitcase walks up to the store. He's an off duty police officer, an NYPD detective, but that's not understood until later.
The suitcase drops.
"I knew something was wrong. I knew I was bleeding," Gaines says. "I didn't want to touch it, but my mother was over there panicking. It kind of felt like a quick sting. I was kind of alert at the moment. I was calm. And then my mother started panicking, then I'm in a state of panic - what's going on, what's going on."
Gaines was shot in the neck. The bullet went through the right side and out the back under his hairline. One inch in another direction and it would have ripped through his jugular vein, killing the toddler. Somehow the impact between the sidewalk and the suitcase triggered the gun inside, and apparently Gaines was standing in the wrong place.
Harrowing, to say the absolute least.
Gaines obviously survived, and has done quite well for himself, and a past like his makes NBA-related matters (say, the lockout; or Gaines' own fractured hip suffered last season) appear awfully trivial.
- Sundiata Gaines
- New Jersey Nets