An About Face After Being Saved by a Gun Owner

I am one of those people who you loathe. One of those invisible
people who
come into your living room without asking your permission. One of
those
people who follow you while you shop, and make it harder for you to
make
legal purchases. One of those people who try and tell you how to
raise your
children, as if you don’t know how. One of those who gives ratings to
stations that promote our demise as a free nation. I am your enemy.
Or at
least I was.
I followed it all, all of the propaganda, all of the hoopla. Believed
it too.
Believed that leaving my house was more dangerous than being in a
war. At any
given moment one of you evil gun owners would open fire on me. I saw
the NRA
stickers, the Gun owners of America stickers on the cars that passed,
and I
thought you were all fools. I did everything in my power financially
to try
and help more laws pass that would prevent you from owning guns. I
wholeheartedly believed that only the Police, and Military should
have guns.
Every time I heard of a gang shooting, or other criminal act
committed with a
gun, I honestly believed that if we could curtail the legal sale of
guns, we
could make a difference.
Boy was I wrong.
I have children, three actually, and to me the only thing more
important than
raising them properly, was seeing that they aren’t hurt in anyway. I
wanted
to ban guns, save my children, save all children. No child should
have to be
part of any kind of death, especially the kind that involves being
shot. I
gave money to all of the anti gun organizations I could think of,
went to the
“Million” Mom March, even looked at Rosie when she spoke, and
actually admire
her. Brought the kids as well, and even yelled some not so nice
things to
those other marchers. I’m sure some of you know who I refer to.
I was on my way back from the march, on my way back to Connecticut,
when I
stopped off of the highway at a rest stop by one of those McDonalds
they have
off I-95. By this time I had dropped off two of my kids with their
father,
and only had my little one with me. I went into the restroom with
her, and on
my way out noticed two men hanging out by my car. There were only two
other
cars in the lot at the time that were anywhere near my vehicle. I
immediately
felt threatened by their demeanor, but continued on to my car.
The smaller of the two approached me with a knife as I was about to
open the
door to put my child in her car seat. He yelled at me to get in the
back of
the car, they were taking me for a little ride. I obviously told them
to just
take my keys, they could have the car, but they insisted I get in the
back. I
then heard a man yelling something I don’t quite recall, and saw him
running
towards me with a gun in his hand. The two men vanished into their
car, and
sped away. I stood there frozen in time, and by the time the
gentleman with
the gun got to me I just broke down and cried.
To make a long story short, you were all right, and I’m sorry. This
man with
a gun saved me, and I just keep thinking if I had gotten my wish and
guns
were banned, there is no telling where I’d be, and what would’ve
happened to
my daughter. The only regret I have is not getting the man’s phone
number who
saved my life. I thanked him over and over again, and told him that
he saved
me, but he calmly said to me something I’d never forget. He
said “That’s what
people like me are here for Ms., and I’m happy to have been able to
help.”
“That’s what people like me are here for,” those words keep on
running
through my head everyday. Maybe this gentleman by some chance is part
of your
group, and will read my message. If he does I would just like to say
something to him, and to everyone else reading this note.
Thank you for saving my life, and to the rest of you thank you for
fighting
for this man’s right to protect me and my child. Tell him for me that
I will
no longer be part of the group who invades his home, and tries to
tell him
how to store his guns. Tell him I will never be part of any group who
tries
to make it impossible for him to buy his tool he used to save me. And
tell
him I will never again tell him how to raise his children properly,
because
obviously I was oblivious to the fact that responsible people such as
him
know how to raise their children better than I do.
I did rectify that situation the other day; I bought a shotgun for
home
protection, and am in the process of getting my concealed permit.
Next time I
will be ready to defend myself, or others for that matter. Some of my
friends
think I’m crazy, but they try their best to understand. I just tell
them that
as soon as their child’s life is put in jeopardy by some criminal
with a
weapon that they will understand, but until then don’t tell me how to
live my
life. I’ve lost some friends, but surprisingly most of them
understand. If
not for this man I could very easily have been killed or raped, and
my child
could’ve been taken from me, so once more I need to say thanks for
saving me,
and with all sincerity to the rest of you, forgive me, for I have
sinned.
? Written By: Bryan Clifford (for a dear friend)

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