Actually both my shots went high.
The guy fired his first shot through my front window as I was laying on the couch watching boxing. I rolled off the couch and quickly crawled to the stairs leading to the second floor of my house. I had my M1911 behind a clock in the living room but getting to it meant getting up and making myself a target.
When I ran up the stairs the guy fired again. In our bedroom I pulled my wife's 9mm Sig from under the mattress rolled to a good prone position and nailed the guy when he hit the doorway.
Firing up from the floor caused both my shots to go high of their intended target (the middle of the chest). The first round caught him right on the collarbone. The second just grazed his neck. When he went down I ran up to him and kicked him in the head. Twice!
When this took place I was involved with some very nefarious dealings and thought that this attempt on my life was related to that. I slept next to my wife for a year before I learned the truth.
What We Are About To Do Here Is What The Good Lord Would Call A Cleansing of the Wicked. I Call It A Good Old Fashioned Texas Ass Kicking.