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I have been a victim of gun crime - once. I have also used deadly force - once. Here are the two stories:
GUN CRIME: Thirty-nine years ago, a crazy man held a loaded gun (Ruger MarkI. Amazing how one remembers those details.) to my head while he talked about how an alien from a higher deminsion was controlling his mind. My only option was to talk him down. The human mind is an amazing thing. I was intentsely focused, and totally calm. For over an hour we talked, while he held the gun to my forehead. Finally, he claimed that the alien has gone away for awhile, and he put the gun up. I continued to talk for a couple of minutes, then made my excuses and walked with him to my car. I somehow felt that if I ran it would trigger him. (I had no education in psychology. Just gut feelings.) I drove away, and the shakes hit me. For three days I was a nervous wreck and shook almost constantly. My mind would not let the event go. Now, it rarely enters my mind. I remembered it because of a question in another thread. But an experience like that is also on my never again list. I never again want to be trapped with an armed, flipped-out, crazy person and have no options but talking.
DEADLY FORCE: It was in New Orleans. At the time I was an 18-wheel truck driver. It was 2AM, and I was delivering 22tons of beef. I once lived in New Orleans and mostly knew my way around, but I had still made a wrong turn. I found a spot to turn around, and was heading to the correct address, but my error had put me on Desire St. (Yes, the street from the movie, A Streetcar Named Desire.) I was driving next to the Desire Housing Project, which had a well-earned reputation for an extremely high crime rate. The local wisdom was that if you stopped there at night you would be robbed. I was driving about 30mph. Suddenly, about 300 feet ahead, a young man stepped into the road ahead of me, and signaled for me to stop. Looking around I could not see any reason whatsoever for me to stop. I decided that he wanted me to stop so that he could hijack the truck. (Truck hijacking was a serious threat back then. It has declined sharply in modern times.) Stopping a truck to hijack it was a well known trick that truckers at the time knew about and avoided. I DECIDED THAT I WOULD NOT STOP. I maintained a steady speed, and he didn't move. Two fears battled within me. I was terrified that I might be about to kill a man by running over him with 40tons of steel and cargo. The other fear was that if I stopped, I would be killed. I flicked my headlights low, high, low, to let him know that I saw him. I passed the decision point where I could stop in time. Now I was committed. I couldn't swerve as the curb might cause the truck to flip over. Even if I hit the breaks, I would still hit him. I had just made the decision to kill if he didn't bend to my will and get out of the way. At the last second he calmly stepped to the side and up onto the grass. I was so relieved. There would not be any blood on my hands. But I also felt stained. I had looked into the recesses of my deepest self and discovered that I could kill if I were scared enough.
To this day, I remain convinced that it was a hijacking attempt. Any truckers here who drove in the old days will understand the situation. If I had been armed, I could have stopped well before him to see what his problem was. And I would have been ready for trouble. I would have had an option.
That is the closest I have ever come to taking a person's life, and I NEVER want that experience. But I also know that I will accept that experience before I allow myself or my family to be a victim of violent crime.
In both of those stories, being armed would have given me an additional option that I didn't have at the time.
That is what my guns do now for me. They give me an additional option if trouble comes to me, even though I try to avoid trouble.
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