I carry because I intend to be ready.
My experience was being robbed at gunpoint. As I'm still hear today, I obviously made it through the robbery without being killed... but I have no intention of letting somebody get me back in that position (on the ground with a gun pointed at my head). At the time this happened, I was dating a girl that didn't like guns. I owned a gun, had a carry permit, but never carried. I liked the girl and she didn't like guns... I wasn't even really convinced myself that I needed it. Now the girl is gone and I know better what I'm about (thank goodness).
The changes aren't one in a million. I don't know exactly what they are (one in 200, one in 65... whatever...) Since I'm now carrying about 95%+ of the time, the chances that I'll be ready next time somebody tries to interupt my dinner with a gun in my face are pretty good.
I live in Indianapolis, Broadripple to be specific. I was held at gunpoint less than two miles from my house while having a quiet dinner at a little restaruant at a reasonable hour. This can happen anywhere, anytime.
I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I've been over the robbery in my head. "What if I had my gun?" "Would I have pulled it out?" "Would I have been fast enough?" "What if I shot somebody?" "There were three of them, would I have gotten them all?" Two came in the front door, one came straight to my table and told us to get up. "I could have drawn when he was walking toward me... what about the other guy?... where was he? What about the third guy? ... he must have come in through the back or something..." I know I could have had the drop on the first guy comming at me. I saw him walk in with pantyhose on his head, clearly a threat. He didn't have a gun, but his buddy did. I could have taken him and made my way to the door, or hunkered down while the other two guys ran (since their robbery was blown)... maybe they would have stayed and tried to fight. I'll never know. What I DO know is that it would have only taken the bad gun to pull the trigger and my head would have sprayed all over the kitchen floor. Next time, I'll take my chances and believe that I'll be a better shot from accross the room than some thug with pantyhose on his head.
I carry because I intend to be ready. I pray that I'll never need it, but I'll be ready if I do.
My experience was being robbed at gunpoint. As I'm still hear today, I obviously made it through the robbery without being killed... but I have no intention of letting somebody get me back in that position (on the ground with a gun pointed at my head). At the time this happened, I was dating a girl that didn't like guns. I owned a gun, had a carry permit, but never carried. I liked the girl and she didn't like guns... I wasn't even really convinced myself that I needed it. Now the girl is gone and I know better what I'm about (thank goodness).
The changes aren't one in a million. I don't know exactly what they are (one in 200, one in 65... whatever...) Since I'm now carrying about 95%+ of the time, the chances that I'll be ready next time somebody tries to interupt my dinner with a gun in my face are pretty good.
I live in Indianapolis, Broadripple to be specific. I was held at gunpoint less than two miles from my house while having a quiet dinner at a little restaruant at a reasonable hour. This can happen anywhere, anytime.
I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I've been over the robbery in my head. "What if I had my gun?" "Would I have pulled it out?" "Would I have been fast enough?" "What if I shot somebody?" "There were three of them, would I have gotten them all?" Two came in the front door, one came straight to my table and told us to get up. "I could have drawn when he was walking toward me... what about the other guy?... where was he? What about the third guy? ... he must have come in through the back or something..." I know I could have had the drop on the first guy comming at me. I saw him walk in with pantyhose on his head, clearly a threat. He didn't have a gun, but his buddy did. I could have taken him and made my way to the door, or hunkered down while the other two guys ran (since their robbery was blown)... maybe they would have stayed and tried to fight. I'll never know. What I DO know is that it would have only taken the bad gun to pull the trigger and my head would have sprayed all over the kitchen floor. Next time, I'll take my chances and believe that I'll be a better shot from accross the room than some thug with pantyhose on his head.
I carry because I intend to be ready. I pray that I'll never need it, but I'll be ready if I do.