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The 2nd Amendment,saved my life.... And it took someone else's.

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posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:33 AM
Hello all, I replied to a thread yesterday titled " If everybody had a gun". I'm sure some of you all read thru it. It was a good thread about gun controll and the like. For me it opened some memories of a night that I & my family will never forget or get over.

This bothered me some much last night , my wife told me it's time for you to tell the story. Getting it out there may help some one else later on she said. So I decided to tell it here. I will let all know now, I am 100% for our 2nd Amend rights. And will always support it.

Three years ago, at about 3;30 3;45am a man tried to invade our home. I saw the lights when they hit our driveway, thinking it was my son or one of his friends. But the car sort of just stopped at the mouth of our driveway. Our drive at that house ( we have moved since) was about 150 yards long, i just could'nt make out who it was.

I watched someone get out, and take something from the trunk. He got back in car and proceeded to pull up into our drive toward the house. I allready have my gun in my hand, and my cordless phone in my pocket. When the car got close enough for me to see it was not my son or any car I was familular with. At this point, I called 911.

The next 40 seconds was a blurr. It all took place so fast. As 911 answered the man pull out a shotgun from the car and started toward the front door, this is when I saw the (2nd) person exit the car on passenger side and crouched down behind car, I'm scared to death at this point. I'm telling 911 op that he has gun and he is coming toward my door, i told her I was armed and the next thing I know there's a big kick to my door, I yelled I was armed, and law on way, the next kick brought the door open.

I did not hesitate in my reaction, I pulled the trigger 5 times and watched this person fall back out the door and stumble toward car, at about 15 ft from car he dropped to ground and never moved again, At some point in time I fired 4 more rounds at the car, the sheriff caught the 2nd guy up the road a ways.I will never forget that night.

I know for fact my gun & my actions with it saved my life & possibly my wifes. The gun he was carrying was loaded. It had one chambered. What if I did not have a gun? I can only wonder about that outcome. The man I shot had intentions of doing me and mine harm. The sheriff's dept let me know he was a life long criminal, in & out of prison all his life.

I was not charged with any crime. We have since moved , as I said before, still out in the country, just a little more security prior to getting to my door. I am not proud of what took place. I was put into a life threatening situation. I wish it would help any of you if you are wanting to protect yourself. These situations happen a lot, I hope you all never have it to deal with. Peace.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:35 AM
What you did was completely the right thing to do. I am so glad your family was safe. I hope you don't feel any guilt for protecting your family.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:46 AM
While I can't imagine the feeling of taking someones life, as I've never done so, I want to say a bravo to you. You recognized the situation and acted upon it accordingly. Your story is exactly why I am for the 2nd amendment.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:48 AM
reply to post by GeorgiaGirl

I don't any more. I did alot a right after, for days after I could not sleep, those 40 or so seconds replayed like a bad movie. After I was told how many times this person had been in & out of prison & the violence in his crimes, the guilt wained away.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:51 AM
reply to post by Quibbler

Yes, the 2nd Amend saved my life. I will allways support it and responsable gun ownership...

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:53 AM
reply to post by openyourmind1262

What more can be said? I am just here to lend you and your family support for what you all experienced. Hope that was it and the rest of your life goes by peacefully and with much appreciation for eachother and a deep respect for life here on out. What you did took courage and conviction and a great sense of love and compassion, empathy really.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 09:08 AM
reply to post by antar

All I can say, Thank you so much. I all ready know, my wife was right once again.
edit on 20-10-2011 by openyourmind1262 because: (no reason given)

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 09:47 AM
reply to post by openyourmind1262

You sir did the right thing.
You protected your family from the bad guys.
As a husband that's your job. And you did your job like any man should have.

It's unfortunate you had to kill someone however that's not your fault. It's the fault of the guy who wanted to rob you.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 08:56 PM
I stand by you man, I live in a not so good neighborhood, and home invasions are a reality, so I always keep my "safety" loaded and ready. Although I hope I never have to use it, it's better to have it, than to not.

Like others have said, you did what you had to do to save you and the wife, So the best way to is accept what happened, understand you did nothing wrong, and try and forget. Good luck!

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 09:02 PM
I the yes of the law you did the right thing. In my personal opinion you did the right thing, In those situations it comes down to you or him. The man is right when he says things happen all in the blur, you make a split second decision that for the next few months to a year people are going to second guess even you yourself do. I"m just glad you shared with us and that you survived to tell your story.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 09:42 PM
If you had not had the gun or had not used it he would not have stopped with killing you and your wife. It's hard to know how many other people he would have gone on to kill. You saved not just two lives that night. You saved untold numbers of others as well.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 09:58 PM
You did what you had to do. I only hope I would be as brave and react as well if that ever happens to me. I had a situation at my Mom's house a few months ago where I did grab the gun. Thankfully the situation didn't get serious.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 10:31 PM
I don't know why people feel guilty for defending themselves with guns. It's not like they did something wrong or could even turn the other cheek after a shotgun blast to the head.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 10:36 PM
Kudos and bravo. There are reasons for that law, and it has saved more lives than taken. Like someone else said... you saved untold amount of lives that night - beyond just you and yours.

I unfortunately was in a situation where it easily warranted having a gun..and using it... and at the time I didn't have one. It was a rough time for me.
As soon as my boyfriend and I started dating, one of the first purchases I made was a handgun (by his urging). We go shooting all the time, and I've become very proficient. Got my CCW a couple of years ago and my gun goes with me everywhere. The few people that know I carry have asked why I do and even scoffed at me. And I tell them I would rather have my gun on me and not need it than go through what I did again and wish I could have protected myself.
My "purse" (actually a tactical pack), not only holds my gun... but I have two knives, pepper spray and a flashlight. Most women carry lipstick... I carry things that are useful.

As UnderArmour says "Protect this house, because I will"

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 10:50 PM
Don't feel bad about it, you did the right thing. Though if you do its only because your a decent human who knows the value of life. You save your and your families lives that night. If you didn't do what you did the police would have just adding to the crime statistics and calling it a night.

posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 11:30 PM
I applaud your actions. What you did was necessary. However my dad is an anti gun rights type of guy. I wish he hears this story but he wouldn't listen because he'll say" We should ban guns if we want to solve this problem"
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posted on Oct, 20 2011 @ 11:33 PM
reply to post by openyourmind1262

While I hate that this happened to you, I'm glad people share stories like this for all those gun control nuts.
The world is full of evil people.

posted on Oct, 21 2011 @ 01:21 AM
Where oh where are the anti gun people now, to argue that guns only kill people? Sure, they would argue that if guns didn't exist, the intruder wouldn't have been armed. But lets be honest, guns have been prolific in America since the civil war era. Today, there are nearly as many guns as people in America. One estimate I read a while back estimated 280 million guns in America. I feel like that may be a conservative estimate. I do know lots of people who don't own guns. I also know people who own dozens of guns. If guns became illegal tomorrow, you can be assured that only law abiding citizens would give up their weapons. Outlaws, modern or otherwise, have never cared whether or not their firearms were purchased, carried or used legally. Thankfully, the OP had the cajones to react properly a tense, life or death situation. I'm sorry that you had to kill someone, but I'm happy that you protected your family.

posted on Oct, 21 2011 @ 01:37 AM
Why wouldn't you be proud? You protected your wife and yourself. Your wife's life depended on your split-second thinking. Your son still has parents because of you. The man you killed was insignificant and will not be missed. Takes balls to do what you did. Some are too scared to even pull the trigger. You did the right thing and I commend you for it.

posted on Oct, 21 2011 @ 02:41 AM
very similar story, but with a less-than-happy ending, from a "confessions thread"

I'm 31 years old, I have a wife and an 11 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. For the past 7 years we've lived in a cabin home on about two acres of land a decent distance from the city. My father gave us the home as our wedding gift. He's not rich by any means, he's just a great man who wanted to set his son up as best he could and I love him for it. I'm at a great point in my life with my family, my wife and I are great together, my children are blossoming and developing as they should, and both of our families have been incredibly kind and good to us. My life has been so good to me.
Four and a half months ago on a Friday night someone attempted to rob our home while we were sleeping at around 1am. What they didn't know was that I've had along history of insomnia, and spend quite a few nights in the living room watching movies or tinkering with my hunting stuff late into the night. I also always have a gun on or near me.
He came in through our garage. He used a long knife (what turned out to be a bread knife) to jimmy the side door in there, and opened the door leading from the garage into the laundry room (which has another door that leads into the house through the kitchen).
This night I happened to be in the downstairs den halfheartedly fiddling with some hunting cams.
I hadn't heard the noise in the garage, but I definitely heard him in the laundry room. I got up quickly, grabbed my ruger, and had just made it to the entrance of the kitchen when he popped out of the laundry room door on the other side. He was about 15 feet from me, he was wearing a heavy hoodie with the hood up and heavy jeans with a back pack. With the lights out I couldn't make anything out really, but I saw the long knife in his hand and my stomach dropped. These situations are very odd because in planning for them the one thing you truly never know is how you will react in the moment. My biggest fear has always been having something along these lines go down, having the means to stop it, but freezing at the clutch moment and having something terrible happen to my family because of it. I didn't freeze though; In my mind I was #ting my pants but I spoke loudly and clearly before he saw me. I can't even remember what I said, later I told the police it was something like "who are you" or something along those lines, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. Whatever I said, it spooked him bad. I thought he would make a dash back through the laundry room and down the road(which would have been fine by me), but instead he made this clumsy half-gated stumble forward. Later I recognized it as one of those half steps you make when your brain is trying to tell you to quickly change directions while your halfway through a stride or something. At the time though, and in the dark, it looked like he was coming towards me with the knife. So I shot him. I only fired once, but the gun I'd grabbed was a ruger alaskan, which was chambered in 454 casull. Anyone familiar with guns, will recognize how stupidly powerful that round is. Like I said we live in the woods, and I hunt where there are bears, and bears don't # around. its not at all a home defense gun , but it was what I happened to have near me at the moment. In any case, the one round was enough. I ended up hitting him in the upper chest under his clavicle. He side stepped and crashed into the fridge, then hit the floor and didn't get up. After the shot I was temporarily deaf and almost completely blinded. I was lucky that I'd hit him the first time, as the shock and pain from the blast had totally disoriented me. I could feel that my eardrums were ruptured. I moved backwards and fell back on the bottom of the stairs. I figured I would stay there since I couldn't see, so I could block the path to my family. I screamed at the top of my lungs for my wife to call 911 and to keep my son upstairs. It took the police almost 25 minutes to arrive, and by that time I was able to see just fine. I'd yelled for my wife to lock her and the kids in the bedroom, which she thankfully did. When my eyes had come around enough for me to see I'd turned on the lights and kicked the knife away. I don't know if he was alive or not at that point, but he wasn't moving and by the amount of blood around him I can't imagine he was. The police got there, evacuated my family through the side of the house, and took them away from the scene. I went first to the hospital, where they questioned me and such for what seemed like all night. They weren't getting much though, as my ears were very #ed, and I was in an adrenaline overload. Later they got the full statements, and went through the whole legality stuff. They did the CSI stuff in the house, collected the body, confiscated my gun etc. etc.
My family and I stayed at my parents house while they investigated. They took the body out, but they don't clean up the scene very well, so our kitchen was just totally wrecked. After they wrapped up the crime scene stuff my dad and I hired someone to come in and professionally clean and sanitize the whole thing. My family stayed at my parents house for almost a month after that.
The part that's got to me though, is that the person that I shot was actually our closest neighbors 16 year old son. I knew this kid, and he was actually a nice kid. I'd had him come over many times to help me with stuff on the property before, hell I'd known him since he was around 9 years old. When all this went down the investigator suggested that I go see a counselor about it, but I'd convinced him and my family that I was just fine. Hell I thought I was fine. As time goes by though, I think more and more about it, and its really starting to eat at me in a bad way. I've been going through these totally uncontrollable days of depression, I start thinking about the kid and what he could have been and all sorts of # that I don't want to delve into right at this moment. He was only a few years older than my boy. I'd always liked him because he kinda reminded me of myself when I was younger. He had this old skylark that he'd wanted to rebuild, I think thats all he talked about any time I'd seen him. His parents were just really #ty people, and you could see where that #tyness had rubbed off on him. I felt bad for him that he'd had such a tough break with his #ty family...but I still always thought he would work it out as he grew up. But he can't work it out now because I shot him, and he died and I can't get over that. I don't know what the # he wanted from my house, but if he would have asked me I probably would have helped him get whatever it was for himself. He should've just asked me. And I wish I would have talked to him more when I'd seen him. he probably just needed some stability in his life. I remember being his age and not knowing what the # to do with myself, If I wouldn't have had my dad there to talk me through those years I probably would have done some really #ed #. he didn't have that, and now every day I can't shake the guilt of it all. # he was just a kid, and granted he made a bad choice but # don't we all at some point? and for that one bad choice it cost him his life and I just can't shake it. Whats worse, I haven't been able to talk to my own son about it yet. I know I have to, its so important we talk about what happened but I just don't know how. I look at my boy and I think of the kid and it makes me wilt. I can't even put it into words. It just hurts. I feel like I've robbed a child of his life, and then I'm supposed to look at my own child who looks to me for wisdom and be able to set him right in life. I just can't bear it, I'm stuck and I don't know how I should act as a man and as a father when every day I just want to cry.
Anyway, I've got too much god damned pride to talk to my own dad about it and I'm doing my best to keep it from my wife and certainly from my kids. My wife goes to counseling for it, and I encourage her for it, but I feel like as the man I've got to keep that strong upper lip and lead on. I never once in my life saw my old man even hint at a tear, and I know he's seen and done # just as traumatizing as this. I honestly don't know how the man managed though. This being anonymous as it is I won't hesitate to say that I am not as manly or stoic as my father. I put up a good front to everyone around me, but the truth is I'm as soft as they come and this # has #ing wrecked me in a way that I don't know how to recover from.
I know this thread was meant more for a good laugh or half a chubby and not some schmucks ramblings, so I'm sorry If I hijacked it a bit, it feels good to get something out though.

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