I remember the exact moment I lost a college friend. We were standing on the bluffs overlooking Warren’s Point, watching waves crash onto the rocks on a picture perfect day. As I struggled to keep my cigar lit, he asked me a simple question: “Are you carrying?” “I always carry,” I replied. He stared out at to sea. “It makes me nervous,” he announced.
“What makes you nervous?” I asked, fearing the answer. “Your gun,” he said. “What about it?” I pressed. “That you have one.” “Why wouldn’t I?” I remarked. “We just have different views,” he said. It was the first time he’d ever refused to discuss something with me. It was the last time we discussed anything.
It pains me that anti-gunners make the “debate” over gun rights personal. While I never fail to stand up for firearms freedom, I’m a live-and-let live kinda guy. I don’t believe that differing opinions on gun rights should prevent civilized discourse and friendship between individuals. And yet it does.
Have you ever lost a friend — or potential friend — because of gun ownership or gun rights?