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Old 12-21-2013, 07:08   #1076
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It was actually three things: in the mid '70s I was outside a club when a gunman opened fire and shot the person standing next to me….his gun jammed…I felt very helpless. Then both our boys deployed and stored their guns with me…I was a bit scared of them, so I decided to learn about guns, take the classes, and buy my own. During that time, I realized that I was responsible for my own safety…calling 911 and hoping that help would arrive in time was statistically very unlikely. So, now I carry as often as it is legal to do so.
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Old 12-21-2013, 07:39   #1077
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Moved out of Kalifornia. Had been waiting for that opportunity since my teens.

Whenever I don't feel like taking my G19 with me, Aurora, Newtown, and even Luby's pop into my head, and in the pants it goes!
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Old 12-21-2013, 09:52   #1078
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My first carry permit is from 1980.

I have carried over 30 years.


Because I am free to do so.

I also teach others to do so,

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Old 01-23-2014, 12:36   #1079
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I don't know exactly which specific life experience of mine did it, but here is a link to one of many good reasons:
John Luke 22:36 Ephesians 4:26-32
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"Life brings both sorrows and joys alike. It is what a man does with them - not what they do to him - that is the true test of his mettle." T. Roosevelt
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Old 01-25-2014, 22:22   #1080
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The defining moment for me was hearing from a co-worker how they got robbed at gun point while leaving a waffle house late one night. We hear about stuff like that all the time but when they told the story I could understand how frightening it must have been to be completely defenseless and that anything could have happened. I talked to my wife about it and we both purchased carry weapons, took the classes and train regularly.

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Old 02-07-2014, 10:57   #1081
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I live in a rural community. I grew up on a farm. My father taught me how to be responsible with a gun at a very early age. When I was twelve, I saved up $200 and he took me to the store to buy my first gun. A remington 870.

Fast forward about 25 years. I have to get up early for work, so I usually am in bed and asleep long before my wife comes to bed. One night she comes into the room, and says, "sorry to wake you, but somebody just tried to come in through the front door".

I had young children in the house, so all my guns were locked safely away. We have to be safe around the kids don't ya know. I ran by the front door that happens to be about half glass on my way to the basement to get a gun. The gun cabinet is a cheap wooden one, but it's locked, and the keys are upstairs. I ran back past the glass front door again, grab my keys, and run back by the door again to get downstairs. I finally get the cabinet opened, and unlock the drawer where the ammo is. I take out a gun.... Hmmm where did I put the key for the trigger lock? We can't have an unlocked gun in this cheap wooded gun case now can we.

By the time I get a gun in an operational condition, it's been nearly 10 minutes, and I've exposed myself to the danger that could be outside multiple times. My wife is hiding in our bedroom downstairs, and my children are sleeping upstairs.

Thankfully, whoever, or whatever scared my wife disappeared as soon as they realized someone was awake in the house. Or, maybe nobody was ever there and my wife dreamed it all up. Regardless, I realised that night, that even though we lived in a very safe little town, I was not prepared to protect my family.

I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to keep my young children safe from dangerous items, while still having them quickly available if I need them. I realised that the safest place for a gun was in my control at all times. In Missouri, you can carry a gun on your own property, or in your car (considered an extension of your property) without a permit, but I found it much easier to have a CCW so I could have it with me at all times. During the day, I have a gun strapped somewhere on my body. When I sleep, the guns that aren't in the gun safe (the old wooden cabinet is gone), is in a quick-open handgun safe bolted to the bottom shelf of our dresser.

I thank God for our trial run. It ended safely, and taught me many valuable lessons. I believe you cannot be a good husband if you have not taken steps to keep your family as safe as you can.
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Old 02-07-2014, 11:58   #1082
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My experience didn't cause me to CCW immediately, but soon after, I became a federal agent and often thought about how different it might have worked out had I been armed.

I was working at the corporate offices of a major travel company in Center City Philadelphia, my first job out of college. It was winter, a few days after one of the worst ice storms the city had ever had (early 1994, IIRC).

Two separate incidents, one minor, one major, happened on my way home one night, after working late. I took the train home from 30th street station, and had to walk several blocks from my office to an enclosed stairwell that would take me up to Market Street, where I could cross the river to get to the station.

As I approached the stairwell, maybe a 100 yards away, a shady looking character exited the stairs and started walking in my direction. After a few steps, he looked up and saw me approaching (in my business attire, overcoat, and briefcase). He looked at me, still several dozen yards away, turned around, and went back into the stairwell.

This was the first time I can remember the hair on the back of my neck standing up. I knew without a doubt that if I went into the stairs, something bad was going to happen. I was freaked out enough that I walked back to my building, went inside, re-exited a different door, and found a different path to the train station.

Fast forward to me getting off the train at station near my house. I get my car, and stop at parents house for dinner. I leave their house and start home (which was maybe a mile away). I stop at the light at the bottom of their street, where it dead ends with a major road, as well as a train trestle bridge, and access roads for the city park system. As I start through the intersection, an old beat up pick up truck lurches out of one of the access roads, and almost t-bones my car. I slam on my brakes, and can see the passenger leaning forward screaming something at me.

I drive on, make a turn onto a side street, when the pick up swerves into oncoming traffic, passes me, and cuts me off, blocking the road in front of me. The driver and passenger both jump out and approach my car with some sort of clubs (bats, axe handles, or something along those lines). They clearly meant to harm me.

Luckily, they had passed a small side street to my left, giving me enough room to take off. Unfortunately, they followed me, and the chase was on.

I still vividly remember thinking I was going to crash because of the ice, and driving by my house hoping my brother was home (he was a cop), but he wasn't. They chased me for about ten minutes, literally on my bumper (I can still recall one of the headlights being loose in it's housing and shaking) They chased me from the incident all the way to the closest police station, where they finally broke off.

What is interesting is that I kept my cool throughout the chase. I wasn't panicked. I obviously didn't want to tangle with these two guys, but I was thinking and making decisions the whole time.

Once they broke off, I went into the police station to report the incident. That was when the adrenaline dump hit me. I started shaking, and had to sit down, calm down, and catch my breath before I was able to talk to the desk Sgt.

They were never caught. I don't know why they decided to chase me. I drove down the access road that they came out of the next day looking for the truck (there was an industrial area back there) but never found it.

Within a year of that incident, I was in training at FLETC, so I can't say that it cause me to start carrying. However, it is an incident I still think about to remind me that there are people out there who will harm you at the drop of a hat.

A few years later, I told a friend about the incident (she wanted to know why I carried a gun off duty). After I told her the story, she asked me what I would have done had I been armed. I told her that if they attacked me with their clubs, I would have shot them. She told me that she did not think that was fair, because they only had clubs :confused: .

To be fair, when I responded that they were going to beat an unarmed person, minding their own business, with their clubs, she did see my point.

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