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Food blister is that bump between your rib cage and your belt buckle. Your traffic finger is right between your index finger and ring finger. And Dunlap's Disease is the condition when your food blister done laps over your belt. I'm telling you, this guy was hilarious. But he was also very smart and a great instructor.
I was pretty confident handling a gun before but now I feel almost completely confident to handle any situation that may be thrown at me.
Caution: If you don't want to hear any soapbox preachin' please close your eyes for a few moments and then skip down a couple of lines and continue reading.
I strongly agree with the right to bear arms. During Hurricane Katrina, the police officers were ordered to disarm ALL citizens because gangs and criminals were using guns to try to take over the city. Sounds like it makes sense, right? Except do you think the criminals would listen to police and hand over weapons? Or do you think they would even answer the door if the police came to search for and collect firearms? I don't think so. So, when law abiding citizens handed over their firearms, they were left defenseless to these criminals. Doesn't make sense, does it. People should be allowed to defend themselves and their families.
A few weeks ago my husband was out of town for a few nights. A few minutes after I had turned the lights out on his last night away, there was a knock on my door. I turned on my light, grabbed my pistol and the telephone and called the police. There is no reason someone would be at my door at midnight.
I called 911 and informed them of the situation. While I was waiting for police to come, the man at my door opened the screen door. I yelled at him to get off my porch. He told me he was just trying to deliver a pizza. I told him I hadn't ordered a pizza and he needs to get off my porch NOW! He told me there was no need to yell, he was just trying to deliver a pizza and still would not get off my porch. Things were adding up here.
Finally, after a few more reminders, he got off my porch and drove away. I don't think he was trying to deliver a pizza. After he left, the police got there. The elapsed time from my call to their arrival was about 4 or 5 minutes. What if my words had not stopped him? What if I had not awakened to his knock? What if he didn't care that I was awake standing there just inside the door? The police would likely have found a crime scene instead of a shaken woman when they finally arrived had I not been armed.
Yes, it would be a lovely world if no guns existed, money grew on trees and unicorns danced in the fields. But sorry folks, that just ain't the way things are. And I refuse to be a helpless victim.
If any of you have questions about firearms, how I deal with having them and children in my home, comments on the second amendment, I gladly leave the comments open for discussion.
8 comments:
Between this story and the one about you walking your dog last month, I have to say, I'm glad you keep a gun in your home and are well trained in it's use. I understand people's reservations about guns in homes with small children, but I wonder if they have the same reservations about a computer in the home. Both can be very dangerous if not used properly...it's all about parenting.
I may be way off here, but have you considered the possibility that the "pizza" guy and the man at the park, may be one and the same? Please be careful.
themonkeyparade, good thinking. But unless Michael Jackson has reported his skin color changing machine missing, these were two different guys.
That is such a scary story! I grew up with guns in the home, shooting with my Dad, no problems. I can't bring myself to have one in my own home, though--I think hubby is too sound a sleeper and too groggy when he does wake to make any rational moves with a firearm.
SAHMmy, you could be the rational one and hubby can hide behind the bed. :)
I've found that the sound of a shotgun shell being chambered does a great job at convincing people they have no desire to continue their loitering on your property.
I personaly am not comfortable with the idea of having a gun in my home - but I was raised on a commune with hippy parents and my middle name is Freedom so what can I say?
Also, I can manage to hurt myself with a dull spoon and scotch tape, so dear god don't ever arm me with an actual weapon... can you say death by friendly fire?
I'm so glad you're safe, and that you had a cool head in the situation. Everyone should feel safe in their own home - and the nice thing about living the the good ol' U.S of A. is that part of your rights to feel safe are owning and using a hand gun responsibly!
Bravo on taking your safety course too. I firmly believe if you are going to have a gun you best be able and willing to use it before it's taken away and used on you!
Stay safe my blogging friend!
Tiffany
I had a similar situation. My husband was in 150 miles away at the fire acadamy when someone jumped into my backyard from a neighbors yard (which is very difficult and suspicious in this part of our town). My dog was outside and started growling and barking, the intruder was pinned against the back of my house next to my OPEN window. I picked up the phone, called 911, was put on HOLD at 2:30am so I climbed up in my closet and got my gun, unlocked it while the guy was yelling at me to get my dog off of him. I said..."I will open the door and get my dog just as soon as I get my gun". My lab was still barking at him. I answered again, "Ok I can come out now I have my loaded gun." He scammered past my dog and back over the 7foot fence he came in through. The phone was still on the bed on hold when the police dispatcher answered. I am thankful for the right to have a gun.
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