I have enjoyed guns and shooting since I was a child in New Hampshire. It was a common thing for kids to get a .22 or a shotgun at 11 or 12, and almost all of my friends and their fathers hunted. I moved to the Midwest later in life, and live in an urban area. Not too many friends now are gun guys or hunters. I brewed beer as a hobby for years, and then found out that I can't eat gluten, which means no beer. I know, poor me, lol. I needed something hobby wise that would satisfy my technical, tinkering side, and I remembered how much shooting was as a kid. Bought my first gun in years at a gun show, and devoted myself to training with it, and getting good at shooting like when I was a kid, and did it all the time. I took classes, and deepened my knowledge and skills, and took up reloading to help lessen the cost of feeding my new hobby.
I realized, that as a mid 40's man, with a wife and 4 children to protect, I didn't really have any realistic expectations that I could do that with my hand to hand skills, and with now 2 metal hips, I couldn't even reliably run away from a threat either. I decided to get my CHL, and continue to study and practice with my guns, so that I could have a good chance at protecting myself and my family if I need to. I realize that there just aren't any "safe" places now, and you can't just avoid "dangerous" ones, and negate the need for a weapon. Almost any place someone would have considered a safe place, has already suffered a mass shooting. My greatest hope is that I will die, kicking myself for carrying an uncomfortable piece of metal on my hip for so many years, but I will be glad I was ready that whole time in case it ever is needed