Bushwhacked

Eight months ago a man shot me in the back.
He's a coward, that's why I was bushwhacked.
If two men hadn't found and rushed me to the hospital, I wouldn't have lived.
That sorry excuse for a man is evil and he's somebody who I'll never forgive.
He didn't have the courage to face me face to face.
He's a coward and a psycho and he's also a disgrace.
He shot me because I'm dating his former girlfriend.
Just because of that, he intended for my life to end.
But ballistics helped the Police to trace the bullet to his gun.
He was found guilty of attempted murder and he's in prison.
He was shown no mercy when he was sentenced to thirty-five years.
The doctors in the ER saved my life and I'm grateful that I'm still here.

(This is a fictional poem)