yeah, just posted 2 stories that happend to me a further up on this page.
I was 15. Knock on the door. Like everyone else does, I opened the door. Two men with shotguns, one barrel forced into my chest to knock me down. Hands tied behind back, feet tied, pillow case tied over my head. Same scenario for my nephew who is 4 days older than me. He was with me that day. 30 minutes hogtied wondering if they will shoot us on their way out or not.
Ask me if i EVER open the front door now without knowing who is on the other side, or if i dont know who is on the other side, do I have my gun pointed at the door, especially at night. I vowed this will never happen again. My doors stay locked when iam home, day or night.
Other story. I was 14 and spending the night at my dads. Two dudes in their late teens wake me by walking thrue the house and my dad was in his late 60s. I acted like I was asleep until they left. Now I also vowed that if anyone every entered my house at night I will be ready. My gun is never further than arms length when I sleep. It is in a safe that uses your fingers to puse the right combo.
Iam one of the most mellow try to avoid conflict people you will meet, but I dont intend on being a victim.
I learned at a young age that it can happen to me.
Thanks to all for listening.
Al R.
Twice. Once I was robbed while I was away.
Second, Someone I know, a family member, was all tweeked out and mad about something he knew nothing about. Busted down 2 doors with a LOADED 12Gauge in hand. My wife (girlfriend at the time) called 911. I had a little .25 under the mattress. I kept it there, figuring I could calm the situation, since I knew the guy. Wrong answer. He wanted to shoot our dog, who was in our bedrooom and pointed the shotgun at my girlfriend, who was covering the dog. I made a quick choice to try to unload the shotgun, a single shot, instead of going for the .25. I got the shell out and put it in my pocket. When I turned to get the pistol, I was watching him, and he had it pointed at her AGAIN. This time I decided that I would have to physically remove it from him. Not fun, the guy is 6'5" and weighed about 225, solid as a rock. I am not small, but gave up about 2" and 30 pounds to him. I ended up wrestling the gun away from him, and my girlfriend ran it to the other end of the house. He and I continued to struggle until the police arrived, from ten miles away. I was lucky I wasn't seriously hurt, just beaten up a bit. From that day forward I made it known to all family members that no matter who it was, anyone who decided to act that way around me would be given no mercy. I would have pistol ready and shoot on sight. I also got a bigger gun.
The perp did about 2 years, and had to go through an Extensive Alcohol and Drug program through that process. He and I still speak, but now he knows where I stand, and what the consequence will be if he ever comes around me in that state again!!