Tried'nTrue
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This past Saturday night, I received the opportunity to add another story to my life-experience collection. My teenage brother and I were going to the post office to check our mail, shortly before midnight. As we drove down the street, a Ford Escape roared up to us, then matched our speed and commenced swerving into and out of our lane, coming within 12" of my truck. Seeing that the 2 visible occupants of the Escape were older teenage males, I assumed it was just a couple of guys challenging us to a race or a fight. We ignored them and their constant stare-downs. When the erratic driving continued, however, I told my bro (who was driving) to slow down, as I figured the Escape's driver may be drunk. However, the Escape slowed down and matched our speed, still swerving into and out of our lane. Just then, we reached the post office turn-off and pulled into the parking lot. I continued watching the Escape to see if they would follow us.
At first, they kept going. However, the vehicle suddenly pulled a quick turn and cruised over to the PO's parking lot. By this time, my bro and I had walked into the PO. I continued to watch the Escape's path of travel through the door. The SUV slowly cruised past our truck and then parked in front of the post office's doors. I warned my bro that the vehcile had parked near the door. He and I got our mail and, when we neared the doors to exit, saw that someone was walking away from our truck with a car stereo-sized object in his hands!
Quickly going out the doors, I yelled out, "What are you doing at my truck!?!" The stereo-carrier quickened his pace towards his vehicle. Just then, the other guy came around the front of the Escape and, when he was about 6' away from me, quickly pulled a pistol out of his pants. He racked the slide and pointed it at my brother and I, yelling, "Where are your f*#^@#g keys at!?!" Since it was my younger brother who'd been driving, I wasn't about to tell that guy that my bro had the keys. So, I determinidely and firmly replied, "I threw them away in the trash can." The guy stopped a second then again told me to give him the keys. I insisted that the keys were absolutely gone. Internally, I was absolutely determined to not budge an inch. At that point, the stereo thief told his accomplice that they should go. All this while, a young woman had been sitting in the back of the Escape, observing the proceedings. My brother and I stood there, facing the gunman. After a long pause, they got into the Escape and tore off. Fortunately, I was able to get their license plate # (which was covered with a dirty plastic plate) and, once they were at a safe distance, I called the police and reported the hold-up. We went into the police office to file a report and it turned out that the cops had been able to catch 2 of the 3 suspects and were closing in on the gunman. It turns out they had stolen at least 1 other car, several more car stereos, and had broken into at least 1 house, all on Saturday night. My brother and I id'ed one of the 2 guys as well as the vehicle and our stolen, broken car stereo. All in all, it was quite the experience! Not that I'd recommend seeking it out, or course...
I'm thankful to be alive. I'm thankful that I got the license plate number and at least 2 of the 3 were apprehended that night. I also realize how true some of the self-defense advice that I've read is.
First up is situational awareness - being aware at all times of one's surroundings and the people therein. I was fully aware that the Escape's occupants were after us. However, since they were teenagers, it didn't even enter my mind that they could have a gun. That is a faulty assumption that I won't make again!
Secondly, I realize that not backing down to threats takes the would-be predator out of his/her game. They thrive on surprise and assumed fear of their show of force. Neither my brother nor I gave in to their demands, nor did we show fear. In fact, I don't think we showed much emotion at all, save a methodical, quiet firmness.
Thirdly, I realize that a weapon on one's person is probably not going to be immediately deployable. I had a legal folding knife on me, but at few meter's range, I couldn't have charged and subdued the gunman before being shot. Had I had a (legally) concealed firearm, the gunman already had the drop on me. Ironically, handguns are banned from post offices, which are federal property. Being a law-abiding citizen, if I had a concealed carry permit and was carrying my handgun with me, I would have been constrained to leaving my gun behind, leaving it in my vehicle when I needed it. It's absurd. The criminals had no qualms over using their gun on restricted grounds...
Fourth and finally, I see once again that the brain is the best survival tool of all. Remaining (relatively) calm and rather firm took the predators out of their game, presenting them with an unexpected situation. The surprise was on them.
And, lastly, I absolutely thank God (no offense meant to Jewish readers for writing His name) for His presence and gift of level-headedness Saturday night.
Zack
At first, they kept going. However, the vehicle suddenly pulled a quick turn and cruised over to the PO's parking lot. By this time, my bro and I had walked into the PO. I continued to watch the Escape's path of travel through the door. The SUV slowly cruised past our truck and then parked in front of the post office's doors. I warned my bro that the vehcile had parked near the door. He and I got our mail and, when we neared the doors to exit, saw that someone was walking away from our truck with a car stereo-sized object in his hands!
Quickly going out the doors, I yelled out, "What are you doing at my truck!?!" The stereo-carrier quickened his pace towards his vehicle. Just then, the other guy came around the front of the Escape and, when he was about 6' away from me, quickly pulled a pistol out of his pants. He racked the slide and pointed it at my brother and I, yelling, "Where are your f*#^@#g keys at!?!" Since it was my younger brother who'd been driving, I wasn't about to tell that guy that my bro had the keys. So, I determinidely and firmly replied, "I threw them away in the trash can." The guy stopped a second then again told me to give him the keys. I insisted that the keys were absolutely gone. Internally, I was absolutely determined to not budge an inch. At that point, the stereo thief told his accomplice that they should go. All this while, a young woman had been sitting in the back of the Escape, observing the proceedings. My brother and I stood there, facing the gunman. After a long pause, they got into the Escape and tore off. Fortunately, I was able to get their license plate # (which was covered with a dirty plastic plate) and, once they were at a safe distance, I called the police and reported the hold-up. We went into the police office to file a report and it turned out that the cops had been able to catch 2 of the 3 suspects and were closing in on the gunman. It turns out they had stolen at least 1 other car, several more car stereos, and had broken into at least 1 house, all on Saturday night. My brother and I id'ed one of the 2 guys as well as the vehicle and our stolen, broken car stereo. All in all, it was quite the experience! Not that I'd recommend seeking it out, or course...
I'm thankful to be alive. I'm thankful that I got the license plate number and at least 2 of the 3 were apprehended that night. I also realize how true some of the self-defense advice that I've read is.
First up is situational awareness - being aware at all times of one's surroundings and the people therein. I was fully aware that the Escape's occupants were after us. However, since they were teenagers, it didn't even enter my mind that they could have a gun. That is a faulty assumption that I won't make again!
Secondly, I realize that not backing down to threats takes the would-be predator out of his/her game. They thrive on surprise and assumed fear of their show of force. Neither my brother nor I gave in to their demands, nor did we show fear. In fact, I don't think we showed much emotion at all, save a methodical, quiet firmness.
Thirdly, I realize that a weapon on one's person is probably not going to be immediately deployable. I had a legal folding knife on me, but at few meter's range, I couldn't have charged and subdued the gunman before being shot. Had I had a (legally) concealed firearm, the gunman already had the drop on me. Ironically, handguns are banned from post offices, which are federal property. Being a law-abiding citizen, if I had a concealed carry permit and was carrying my handgun with me, I would have been constrained to leaving my gun behind, leaving it in my vehicle when I needed it. It's absurd. The criminals had no qualms over using their gun on restricted grounds...
Fourth and finally, I see once again that the brain is the best survival tool of all. Remaining (relatively) calm and rather firm took the predators out of their game, presenting them with an unexpected situation. The surprise was on them.
And, lastly, I absolutely thank God (no offense meant to Jewish readers for writing His name) for His presence and gift of level-headedness Saturday night.
Zack