A shotgun, an accident, and a life that turned out so differently from mine — It’s never truly silent in Ocala, Florida. Here, daytime commotion fades, and the light drains, but then a racket begins. The pulsing thrum of crickets. It just appears, quieter at first, then building into rapid-fire night song. Click, click, click. The night passes, preoccupations move in, but soon that familiar…