Newfie wrote:That's right Rock, you don't find truth here and ther, it lies upon a continuum. The older I get the more I find myself ambivalent, open to a broader spectrum of ideas. Positive of less and less. Sure only of uncertainty.
In this case I think a firearm would have done no good and potentially much harm, to me.
I've carried a handgun most of the time since I came back from Vietnam in 1969 - yes, I probably am a bit paranoid.
I only came close to using it once, when I interfered with a big, muscle bound galoot, beating his wife. I had already decided to shoot him if he attacked me (I was already over 60, and not ready to take an ass-whipping), but he decided to let her go. I calmed her down (she had two black eyes and a bloody face). I called 911, and the police arrived and arrested him.
The very next day, she bailed him out and they continued to live in domestic disharmony until I left that neighborhood.
I decided then that I would not interfere again, unless I had a very clear idea of the exact situation (domestic fights don't qualify, unless children are involved) .
But I still like guns, and the feeling that I can walk around anywhere without fearing that some druggie can take my money, my car, or my life anytime they feel like it.