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A shooting took his sight, smell and taste. Yet now this Bridgeport native bakes for a living.
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The last thing Willy Marrero remembers seeing is a gun in his face.
He told his assailant he didn’t want any trouble. He’d had words with the man the night before, but on that June morning seven years ago in Bridgeport, he said he wanted to put it to rest and shook his hand.
Marrero walked away from the handshake, and called a friend to come pick him up. He heard footsteps behind him. As he turned, he felt a bullet hit his chest before the gunman unloaded nine more bullets. Five hit Marrero in the face. The man aimed at his head, intending to “finish me,” Marrero believes.