"A gas station clerk's smartphone may have saved his life Monday by blocking a bullet fired at his chest in an attempted armed robbery."

http://www.cnn.com/2013/10/29/us/florida-shooting-cell-phone-blocks-bullet/

I bet that boosted HTC smartphone sales.  I hope that company replaces that phone for the employee.

Must've been something with about the energy of a .22 Short.  Or maybe a CB cap.

Call it what you want, but this is one of those miracles that make you wonder, "Why?"  For the caliber, aim, and cell phone position to all work together to stop the bullet from killing the clerk is amazing.

Hope this guy is the one who finds the cure for cancer or something!

im the farthest thing from an expert but my guess would be a .25acp or maybe .32
imprint looks a little wide.

i wonder how effective it would be to line a plate carrier with old nokia cellphones? jk 

Call it what you want, but this is one of those miracles that make you wonder, "Why?"  For the caliber, aim, and cell phone position to all work together to stop the bullet from killing the clerk is amazing.

Hope this guy is the one who finds the cure for cancer or something!

...being that he is a cashier at a gas station i wouldnt hold my breath. i know what you mean though 

...being that he is a cashier at a gas station i wouldnt hold my breath. i know what you mean though 

You never know.  The right combination of 2 month old hotdog, Cherry Icee, and malt liquor could be the magic elixir!     

Reminds me of this old shaggy dog story...

After his father passed away, a young man's mother sat him down at the dining room table.  "Son," she says, "now that your father has passed on, as the eldest son, you have to be the caretaker of the Family Bullet."  She slides a finely-crafted little mahogony box across the table at him.

He opens it, and inside, resting on a blue velvet cushion, is a .30-40 Krag cartridge in perfect condition.

"Your grandfather fought in the Spanish-American War with Teddy Roosevelt and one day found himself surrounded by the enemy.  He fought a valiant battle to survive, and with his next-to-the-last bullet, he finally eliminated all of the attacking enemy squad." 

She paused, letting that sink in to the young man's mind, then went on, "He kept that last bullet as a lucky charm and it has been in the family since then and brought so much good luck to us..."

She then lowered her voice, and sniffing slightly, she said,  "Since you are the oldest of your brothers, you are now charged with the awesome responsibility to keep and care for the Family Bullet.  Keep it with you always and good luck will stay with you and our family forever."

The young man, suitably impressed, kept that Family Bullet with him in the breast pocket of his suit jacket, and as time and his good fortune continued through the years, he always kept in mind the "good luck" story of his great-grandfather fighting against impossible odds in the Spanish American War, and he'd pat the bullet in his breast pocket in appreciation.

After many years and many promotions in his job, the man finally became the highly-paid  manager of his company's office in New York City.

One day,  going out for lunch from his high-paying job, he was walking by the Hilton hotel when suddenly someone across the street started yelling and pointing upward.  The now-middle-aged man looked up and saw a deranged person on the 12th floor leaning out the window above him yelling and screaming and waving his arms. 

Suddenly, without warning, the guy hurled the hotel's Gideon Bible down toward the street with great force.

With no time to react, the Bible struck him directly in the chest!

And if it hadn't been for the Family Bullet in his breast pocket, that Bible would have gone right through to his heart and killed him.

Terry, 230RN