| Sometimes reality means more then any number or statistic.
In November of 1997 just after thanksgiving at around 3:00 in the morning my father was awakened by someone trying to get in through my basement window.
I was 17 at the time and My father woke me up to get my gun. Yes, my gun I was am still am an avid hunter. With no small children I kept it relatively easy to access. He took my gun ran to the bottom of my stairs and fired 3 shots into the wall.
We heard the intruder quickly bolt back from where he came without ever even make a confrontation all because he knew we were armed.
That is why I want the right to have a weopon. I don't need any numbers to back my reasoning up. My life experiences are better. |