Is it right to blame luck for the action of man?

'Bang!'
As gunpowder filled the air, he felt the bullet landing on his skin. A chilly tinge of sharpness drilled through his skin. Strangly,there was no pain. Just a plain, dull sharpness entering, digging deeper into him. There was no dramatic, blood splashing. Just a slow steady stream of blood, flowing out from where the bullet has entered.

How did he get himself into this? He remembered hearing a loud scream when he stepped out of the elevator just seconds ago. Soon, he found hinself fighting off this unshaven, 1.8m tall bloke. It seemed like he was attempting to rob the person whom the scream belonged to. Why did he step in, he doesnt know. The bloke didnt seem so dangerous until he had whipped out the gun.

Damn.

He had always thought he could dodge a bullet. Even though he have never been trained before. Well, he did exercise regularly and was pretty sure he was fit. At least fitter than those of his age. Ha! They make it look so easy in the movies.

He didnt expect time to slow down the moment the guy pulled the trigger. But he had always thought that he was nimble enough to jump out of danger. Over-confidence, is trouble.

Should he blame it on his luck? Or, should he blame it on himself? If he hadnt stepped in, it wouldnt be him lying here. Perhaps, if he hadnt stepped in, noone would be hurt? The man would have gotten away with his loot, and the screamer would have only lost some cash. Was all the heroics really worth it?

The screaming resumed. He assumed that this time it was because of the blood instead. The bloke had ran off, leaving the gun at the scene. Not very clever, he thought. He had looked shock after firing the gun. That definitely wasnt part of the plan.

By now, his legs had given way and he was slumped on the ground. The screaming had gotter higher and louder, leaving his ears ringing as he stared at the gun that led to his current situation.

Soon, he became weary. He realised that the bullet seemed to have stopped moving, although he didnt know when or where. All that was left in place of the sharp sensation, was a throbbing pulse. He closed his eyes, hoping that he would wake up and find himself in a hospital.