Alwayspacking
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This is a true story of self defense, or should I say forme protecting my twin brother. I was about maybe 12-13 years old and there was this guy that us to beat me and my brother up at times. He was older and tougher than we were (but that's the past) ha-ha. Well one day before I pulled the gun on himI found where my mom kept her .22 revolver pistol in the house. I found it, admired it. But I knew guns are dangerous, and I did not play with it, I did not pull the trigger, I did not point it at anyone. I just looked at it held it and put it back. I would go back from time to time and check on it in the weeks and months to come.
Well one day the guy that use to beat up my brother and I came over, we at some point got to arguing because in playing my brother talk about his mom, that got himmad. Well they got into a big fistfight. And I did not want to jump in it because,I thought thatpeople would say. "You and your brother jumped that boy and fought him"so I was just saying "Stop, Stop" but my brother was holding his on a lot. But the guy was getting the upper hand on him. After awhile of saying stop. And crying ( I was in the kitchen, they were fighting in the living room.) I turned around and ran down the hall, and looked in that old clothes dryer that we had, dug under some clothes and grabbed that .22 cal pistol. I held it in my hand and jogged down that hallway and pointed that gun at him and said. "STOP STOP STOP" He looked up and me and in 1sec he ran out that door, and jumped down and ran behind the house… I ran to the door behind him and when I got to the door, I swung the gun with my hand straight out down the side of the door just in time to see him run behind the house.. I still remember my hand shaking the entire time.
That was the first time I ever pulled a gun on someone. I am so glade that I did not pull that trigger, and I think it was from that day forward after seeing the power of a pistol, and how it can change a situation in a instant that I came to love guns.
This is a true story of self defense, or should I say forme protecting my twin brother. I was about maybe 12-13 years old and there was this guy that us to beat me and my brother up at times. He was older and tougher than we were (but that's the past) ha-ha. Well one day before I pulled the gun on himI found where my mom kept her .22 revolver pistol in the house. I found it, admired it. But I knew guns are dangerous, and I did not play with it, I did not pull the trigger, I did not point it at anyone. I just looked at it held it and put it back. I would go back from time to time and check on it in the weeks and months to come.
Well one day the guy that use to beat up my brother and I came over, we at some point got to arguing because in playing my brother talk about his mom, that got himmad. Well they got into a big fistfight. And I did not want to jump in it because,I thought thatpeople would say. "You and your brother jumped that boy and fought him"so I was just saying "Stop, Stop" but my brother was holding his on a lot. But the guy was getting the upper hand on him. After awhile of saying stop. And crying ( I was in the kitchen, they were fighting in the living room.) I turned around and ran down the hall, and looked in that old clothes dryer that we had, dug under some clothes and grabbed that .22 cal pistol. I held it in my hand and jogged down that hallway and pointed that gun at him and said. "STOP STOP STOP" He looked up and me and in 1sec he ran out that door, and jumped down and ran behind the house… I ran to the door behind him and when I got to the door, I swung the gun with my hand straight out down the side of the door just in time to see him run behind the house.. I still remember my hand shaking the entire time.
That was the first time I ever pulled a gun on someone. I am so glade that I did not pull that trigger, and I think it was from that day forward after seeing the power of a pistol, and how it can change a situation in a instant that I came to love guns.