Jessica Y. writes:
I currently reside in Southern California due to my husband’s duty station. I have a sticker on my car of a pink revolver. I was loading my trunk after a shopping trip at Target when a large, professionally dressed man approached me. He poked fun at my “gun sticker and Mississippi license tag” telling me guns are only “killing machines” and should not be owned by anyone. I proceeded to simply say . . .
“Well, sir, it’s my right as an American,” and continued loading my trunk. I guess that made him mad because he started yelling at me, telling me how horrible a person I am and calling me everything under the sun. I promptly pushed the shopping cart my infant son was in behind me and put my hand on the knife in my purse.
You see, I’ve always been extremely pro gun, but I’ve never been in a situation where I actually feared for my own safety and wished I had one with me (I know proper gun safety and wouldn’t have pulled it unless completely necessary). Until then.
I’m a petite gal. If this guy would have lunged at me (who knows what kinda weapon he was legally or illegally carrying) I’m not confident I could have protected myself against a 250+ lb. man with my folding knife. This made me realize just how terrifying this gun control stuff is.
It’s scary living in a state where I feel I can not even properly protect myself and my family.