A Mother’s Lifeline Is Her Gun.

As a teenager, there were few things that I was sure of.
Curiosity, rebellion and wild abandon were part of my daily
routine.
Born in the sixties and growing up in the seventies, I had
“Hippie-leftover” parents whose main concern was that I wasn’t
causing them any trouble.
I was accommodating and gave them none, so I had more freedom
than most kids my age.
Many of my evenings were spent at the home of a good friend,
whose mother was raising her children alone. She worked nights
at a local convenience store, sleeping while we were in school
and rising to cook dinner and chat with us.
She always had the uncanny knack of making me feel like I was
just another of her own children, laughing with me, scolding me
and teaching me.
One morning, Karen didn’t return home on time. My friend and
his youngest sister walked to the convenience store to meet
her, only to find the front doors locked and no sign of their
mom. They walked to the drive-up window at the side of the store
and discovered that it was open. My friend crawled through the
window…and landed in a pool of his mother’s blood.
Her throat had been cut during a robbery of the store and she
was gone from us forever. The robbers had taken all of the
money from the cash register. They got $37.00.

Fast forward in my life… many years later.

All grown up with children of my own, I’ve stayed in touch with
some of my high school friends over the years. When my friend
Denise moved to a remote farm in Idaho to heal from a nasty divorce,
I knew that I would miss her and her four young children very much.
Her letters and phone calls told me that she was doing well though,
and over the years she met a wonderful new guy, whom she intended
to marry. Life was good for her.
The events surrounding the day in May when a crazed neighbor raped
and killed her and her four children, are still a mystery to me.
Denise was a peaceful, sweet and wonderful friend, always laughing…
always trusting.

Now it has been 20 years since high school and I have learned SO much.
I have three beautiful daughters. I KNOW never to be too trusting.
I KNOW that I am responsible for their protection and for mine.
The Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States
is my LIFELINE. I am guaranteed the right to protect my family through
the use of a firearm.
It is a right that I must always fight to maintain, never allowing
my responsibility to be taken and controlled by others.
I will teach my children to protect themselves…and to protect
their right to do so.
My daughters will never feel that my only concern is that they aren’t
bothering me.

In Liberty,
Lisanne

Lisanne Dickenson
SAS Oregon
(877)-738-1997

“What country can preserve its liberties if its rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms.”
– Thomas Jefferson to William Stephens Smith

“Those now possessing weapons and ammunition are at once to turn them over to the local police authority. Firearms and ammunition found in a Jew’s possession will be forfeited to the government without compensation … Whoever willfully or negligently violates the provisions … will be punished with imprisonment and a fine.”
– Nazi Law, Regulations Against Jews’ Possession of Weapons, 11 Nov 1938, German Minister of the Interior