Long before I had CCW, wayyyyy long.
My father owned two apartment houses. The place we lived had a large, long entrance hallway with stairs to the second floor overlooking the entrance.
An angry tenant was shouting and threatening my father who was in his 60's. I was upstairs and picked up a pistol and walked to the stairs overlooking the entranceway.
The guy got very abusive and appeared to start to advance on my father, so I pointed the pistol at him and at some point he noticed me and what I was doing. He sputtered and made a hasty retreat.
My father couldn't see what I was doing or where I was all this time.
I never told him this story, because I didn't think it was necessary for him, just for me.
NO ONE threatens physical harm to my family.
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