In the safe, if I was in a war zone I would keep it with me.
Right. Violence only happens in war zones.
This reminds me of a terrible misunderstanding between a friend of mine and another man, which went horribly sideways because Craig had a firearm. I'll share the basics here, so people will realize the Dirty Harry bit is foolish.
Somebody broke into Craig's house, and Craig told the invader that it would be in his best interest to leave. He hoped the fact that he was holding a .357 revolver would convince the man, but the invader surprised Craig by producing a knife and stepping forward.
Here's where things get stupid. Craig put 3 rounds in the man's chest. The man promptly found a comfy place on the floor, and died by the time responders arrived.
When I heard about this, I was SHOCKED. We live in a quiet suburb, where bad things don't happen. This town is not a war zone.
CLEARLY, the man was trying to sneak in to surprise strangers by making them sandwiches, and mistakenly brought a pokey knife instead of the other one. Woops! Honest mistake! Obvious, right? Well, Craig, being the paranoid Rambo type, didn't consider that possibility.
If he hadn't had that gun, he would have had the chance to experience a delicious surprise sandwich.
The moral of this story:
Don't let firearms and bloodlust ruin random acts of kindness.