Very long.... So, I've been carrying for 8 months or so. I've had talks with my kids about guns, etc (some of you may remember my "what to tell the kids" thread from last year). My now 7yo has asked how I would defend them away from the house, etc. I've hinted that I might be carrying, but never really said it. Then Monday happened. Monday, being Presidents' Day, there was no school. So I had both girls with me, running errands. I decided to take a drive, just for fun, and ended up heading toward a large furniture chain store, in town (LONG way from my house - "going to town" is a big deal since we moved to a rural area). Figured we'd window shop new couches. When we got to that area, I was curious where the road that ran BEHIND the furniture store went, so I drove down it a ways. Just some industrial buildings, and a mail-service building, then the road ends, and beyond that is dirt and prairie. Turned into the parking lot of the mail service building to turn around (rather than making a u-turn in the street). While still in the driveway of the mail center (I had not pulled into the street at all), a car comes pealing out of the dirt lot/prairie (to the north of me, I am on the West side of the street), speeding down the road. JUST as he is about to pass me, the driver swerves and almost nails me (comes up into the driveway quite a bit), then swerves out of the way and continues speeding down the street. I yell out in surprise "oh my gosh", and throw up my hand defensively (no rude gestures of any kind, just completely startled). The guy glared at me, and continued down the road. I waited a few seconds, to catch my breath, calm down my startled children, then "whew, we're all ok", and pulled into the street. The other driver gets to the stop sign about 1/4 mile down the road (long straight section, so I can see him, even though he's far away), then turns around sharply in a u-turn, squealing his tires, and heads STRAIGHT FOR ME, FLOORING IT. I immediately stopped, put my vehicle in reverse, and am trying to see if I can safely back up to the drive again, to avoid being hit by this psycho, and leaning on my horn, trying to draw attention to anyone who may see us (though the traffic is all at the end of the street, south of us, and I'm blocked from their view by the guy aiming for me). At the last possible second, he swerves to miss me, and speeds north again, back to the dirt area beyond the end of the road. I immediately got out of there, and went into the very busy parking lot in front of the store, to get out of his view, and position where I can see him, and have a way out, if he comes back and looks for me, but he can't readily see me. I then call 911, and explain the situation. By now I am totally shaking, still shocked that some crazy would behave that way with ZERO provocation whatsoever (truly). I then pull to spot that is still shielded, but where I can see the police when they arrive. I saw the guy go by again, and proceed towards the interstate (he did, I stayed put). I couldn't get a license plate, because it all happened too quickly, and because his truck was covered in dirt, which obscured the plate. Half a second considered getting a closer look, but no freaking way I was giving away my position, or getting into it with him (wouldn't have anyway, but especially with my kids in the car). When the officer got there, she asked what happened, then drove to the dirt lot to check if there was a vehicle matching the description out there (though I told her I'd seen him leave). She then came back and had me follow her, to verify another truck wasn't the one (It wasn't even close). Then she said there wasn't anything she could do, since I didn't get a plate. I realize that, but couldn't have NOT called, when some lunatic is aiming his car at mine, threatening my children. I wanted to drive straight home after that, but the kids wanted to see the furniture, and I realized (since I'd seen him get on the highway), that we were probably safer staying there a bit, than being on the road if he hadn't gone far, and that I needed to show my kids we don't run and hide under the bed. My 7yo started to cry, and hugged me, and asked if we would have died if he'd hit us. I explained he was a bully, who for whatever reason (bad day, embarrassed that he'd swerved earlier, who knows?) just wanted to scare us. That we were safer in the car than out, during the whole thing, and that if he'd crashed into us, we'd have gone to the hospital to get checked out, and might be hurt, but we'd get through it. And that I was still there, and would still protect her. She then said, "Mom, I really wish you had your gun, in case he really DID want to hurt us badly". I hugged her, and she then said, "Mom, I mean it. You have a gun, and sometimes take it with you (to the range, etc), so why don't you carry it when we go to the store?" So I told her. I told her it was, once again, something serious, and private we were going to discuss. I told her I had my gun with me, that I almost always have my gun with me, and that I would use it if necessary to protect our lives. That I didn't use it, because nothing that happened warranted pulling out a gun, but that I did have it, if it was ever needed. Then I briefly flipped up the tail of my shirt, and showed her the grip. I told her we were not going to talk about it outside of the house or car, or when other people were around, but that I wear it every day, and it is here, if I need it. She immediately became calm. I asked if it made her feel better, and she smiled and said yes, that it made her feel safer. We then had a very nice time looking at furniture, ran a couple more errands, and made it safely home.