Sean85746
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A short history. Since November I have been afflicted, and since been recovering from Guillian Berre Syndrome. It is an auto-immune disease that debilitates you, and can put you on a ventilator. I did not progress that far, but I was confined to a wheelchair for a while. I am walking again, with the use of a cane, and my strength and endurance are very limited. While I am recovering, and will revover fully...it will take an estimated 4-6 months of therapy before I am back to "normal".
That being said, I started shooting again, and am trying to get back to a normal life and routine as I am able.
I went to dinner last night with my wife, 10-month old daughter, and sister in law. We went to Chili's in Chandler, AZ.
There is a Wal Mart across the parking lot from Chili's. Anyone who knows my wife and sister in law, know that Wal Mart has a magnetic attraction for them. After dinner, we went over.
I was already very tired, and was using the motorized scooter I have rented since I got sick. I went to sporting goods and raided the 100 packs of 9mm, .40, and ,.45. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I carry a defensive handgun everyday, as I have for 20 years. Tonight was no exception. I'd rather leave my home without pants than leave without my pistol.
We all met at the door and the women folk headed out to the wife's Urban Assault Minivan. The ladies were a few yards ahead of me, and I was bringing up the rear.
I stopped the scooter to let a car into a parking space, and this delayed me a little more.
When I got to the wife's van, she and my sister-in-law were being harrassed by a pair of lot-lizards demanding money.
I rolled up behind them, and told them to de-ass the area, and leave the ladies be.
My wife had already put our daughter into her car seat, and I saw her slip her hand into the gun pocket of her purse where her 3" Smith & Wesson Model 10 lives.
I slipped my hand under the fron of my shirt, and had my hand on my Glock 26.
One of the lot lizards looked at me, the wheels turning in his brain, wondering what to do about this guy in a power chair type scooter with a cane in the basket.
His buddy said, "Man, that f**ker's got a gun, I know it!"
I didn't have to say another word. They left...in all good haste.
Truthfully, in my present condition...I could not have fought them. I haven't the strength or endurance back. I have a 12 year history in LE in both local, as a deputy, and federal, with DEA. I know how to handle myself...in this instance I didn't have the wherewithall to do it.
THAT is why I carry a gun.
Oh, and kudos to my wife for seeing to the baby, then readying herself to back my play!
That being said, I started shooting again, and am trying to get back to a normal life and routine as I am able.
I went to dinner last night with my wife, 10-month old daughter, and sister in law. We went to Chili's in Chandler, AZ.
There is a Wal Mart across the parking lot from Chili's. Anyone who knows my wife and sister in law, know that Wal Mart has a magnetic attraction for them. After dinner, we went over.
I was already very tired, and was using the motorized scooter I have rented since I got sick. I went to sporting goods and raided the 100 packs of 9mm, .40, and ,.45. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I carry a defensive handgun everyday, as I have for 20 years. Tonight was no exception. I'd rather leave my home without pants than leave without my pistol.
We all met at the door and the women folk headed out to the wife's Urban Assault Minivan. The ladies were a few yards ahead of me, and I was bringing up the rear.
I stopped the scooter to let a car into a parking space, and this delayed me a little more.
When I got to the wife's van, she and my sister-in-law were being harrassed by a pair of lot-lizards demanding money.
I rolled up behind them, and told them to de-ass the area, and leave the ladies be.
My wife had already put our daughter into her car seat, and I saw her slip her hand into the gun pocket of her purse where her 3" Smith & Wesson Model 10 lives.
I slipped my hand under the fron of my shirt, and had my hand on my Glock 26.
One of the lot lizards looked at me, the wheels turning in his brain, wondering what to do about this guy in a power chair type scooter with a cane in the basket.
His buddy said, "Man, that f**ker's got a gun, I know it!"
I didn't have to say another word. They left...in all good haste.
Truthfully, in my present condition...I could not have fought them. I haven't the strength or endurance back. I have a 12 year history in LE in both local, as a deputy, and federal, with DEA. I know how to handle myself...in this instance I didn't have the wherewithall to do it.
THAT is why I carry a gun.
Oh, and kudos to my wife for seeing to the baby, then readying herself to back my play!
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