Two tales, one word, two meanings.
So, you are alone in the house, it’s dark outside but you hear some noise. You quickly open the blinds and you see a stranger trying to break in, and worse he sees you seeing him.
You quickly dial 911 and you scream I called the cops and at the same time he is smashing his way into the house. You think of your gun, that you occasionally shoot (ammo is way to expensive) at the range . You run up the stairs and fumble for the key, to open the case, that holds the gun, you go to the area that holds the ammo (why cant I have my gun loaded you think) as quick as possible you open the lock and rip apart the box and start to load the ammo.
All of a sudden you hear the door slam open, the glass breaking and the intruder is in. You try to load as fast as possible, it doesn’t go as smooth as when you’re at the range, because you can’t find your autoloader. But you manage to load the 7 rounds in the magazine, you hear that squeaky step at the bottom of the stairs, he is starting up the stairs, ok, you decide to open your door and shoot at him on the steps, you scream “I HAVE A…” and before you say a gun, he darts left and right as you fire 3 or 4 times. It’s so loud without your ear protection on, that your shoulders go up and “did I close my eyes?”, but they all miss him. Oh my god, he is so close you fire again and again, yeah you hit his arm, but now he is pissed, you fire two more shots, the second one hits him in his chest, he is that close, and he falls grabbing his chest.
So, this story ends, but not how you think, because the shot to the chest was your 8th! You were out of ammo. Your future is unknown. So maybe you did take that creep out. But what if he wasn’t alone would you have enough time to reload?
My gun came with 15 round magazines, but I wasn’t able to keep them because I am in New York. Would the criminals in New York understand and give me a chance to reload? The most awkward, stressful, scariest time of your life, where your hands are probably shaking, which is not a good thing for aim and they only want me to have 10 rounds. Now as I am writing this I know there are people who believe that they definitely can nail this guy, because I am one of them. I am pretty damn good, but at the range. Some of us are not law enforcement and haven’t been put into a life threatening situation. So the idea that we would handle it properly really gives me pause.
I practice fairly regularly and I would suggest to people, to not try and keep your firearm really steady and slooowly wait until the trigger surprises you. Why because you will be dead. I hold my firearm down and raise as quick as possible, aim as quick as possible and shoot as quick as possible. Over and over again. Until I am out of ammo. I try and mimic a real world situation. I try and make myself feel stressed. And I hope to God I never have to test myself.
1 in 175,000,000 or 25 in 1000, which odds do you like better?
If you were playing the lottery which odds would you like to have?
If you will ever be in a violent crime, what odds would you want?
So, do you feel, if only the lottery, had the odds of me being in a violent crime. Think of this the next time you buy a lottery ticket. You wish for luck in the lottery, seems like you REALLY should wish for luck to be safe.
One out of every 133 Americans will become a murder victim.
One out of every 12 women will be the victim of a rape or attempted rape.
One more stat: It took 12 shots for a trained Officer Darren Wilson to eliminate the threat of Michael Brown. What if his friend Dorian Johnson didn’t run away.
The idea that our government wants law-abiding citizens to be the underdog is pathetic.))
A true story, I met my ex-neighbor while I was getting out of the elevator, I passed two guys in hoodies in June? (non-hoodie weather and way before Trayvon Martin) carrying something. I couldn’t see their faces, they have dark skin and with the shadow of the hoodie from the ceiling lights I really couldn’t see them.
So considering the weather and I never saw them in my hall or building and they were carrying stuff. My first thought was “are these guys robbing someone?” They made no effort to say hello or acknowledge me even though I was maybe 12″ away from them? And as this photo illustrates there was an effort to hide their identity, very odd. Now if you are moving into a building, even if you are a private person and don’t want nosy neighbors, you can still make a friendly nod.
As time went on and I saw him without a hoodie. I made a comment, I figured it would break the ice. He responded with a nodding yeah. It didn’t warm up our relationship, but it was a start. So maybe a week or two later I was awakened at about 2am with loud music (we shared a wall) so I stayed cool, I didn’t want to freak out because of one night. And my wife still didn’t wake up from it, so I let it go. Well maybe the third night of this and I decided to ring his bell. I sorta re-introduced myself and said “I have to ask you to stop the music at 11pm”, “Oh, Ok, no problem” he said.
So maybe a week went by and all was quiet and since I can’t sleep well this was a relief. But then I started noticing the smell in the hall and man it was that strong skunk weed. Marijuana for the ones who don’t know what that is. It was really ridiculous. Yes, I have smoked, although not that skunk stuff.
Another night comes and again along with the music and another call to stop it. Always answered politely but didn’t stop. This went on for quite a while getting very, very frustrating. I made numerous complaints to him and then finally the management, multiple times. Well he’s finally out of the building. I think my other neighbors with children didn’t appreciate him either.
So why did I bring this story up and name it “Don’t give them ammunition”? In this case I am saying don’t give people ammunition against you. You only have my word that I really, really tried to be understanding and I really gave him slack (hey I love music). But it was the disrespect and lies to my face. He never ever, gave me reason to like him, but plenty of reinforcement to not like him. When someone looks at you and says sorry, but doesn’t change his ways, its like he was giving me the finger. He had no reason to dislike me other than, how dare I ruin his fun at 1-4am. Some of that is rebellous kid stuff, which I get, but this was a total disregard for how it affected his neighbor.
So how could it have went? The hoodie was totally odd and not needed. The temperature was maybe 75 degrees and when your moving are you not sweating already? When you see a neighbor should you not acknowledge the person? So it’s not like I’m looking for a new friend, but I am a polite person. see *The Black Domino Effect And if my music moves me only at night, I would wear headphones.
So, you can give the world the finger. However, other than showing the dexterity of your hands, its a second or two of “Hey world this is me and if you don’t like it…” Wow, aren’t you cool, no it’s more like Wow, aren’t you short sighted. For two seconds of glorious rebellion, YOU have made your life more of a hassle than it had to be. Growing up is finding out that your salute to people should be a hello, that will bring you respect and make your life better.))