Tell us about a time when having a handgun saved you

Sam Norton

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A while back we posted times when we screwed up with hand gun. I thought it would be nice to here from people who by having a handgun saved themselves or someone else from serious harm.

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Sam N
 
Back when my older brother was but a wee tyke (infant) in the early '60's, our father ALWAYS carried. He was out on the front lawn holding my brother. All of a sudden an ambulance come screaming up the road, screaches to a stop in front of my father, and an EMT rushed towards Dad reaching for my brother. Not knowing what was going on, Dad pulled out his pistol and the EMT promptly stopped. Turns out that there was a 911 call several houses up about a baby not breathing, and the EMT saw Dad with kid in arms, and thought that was the one. No harm, no foul, went to right house and had happy ending.
Bill
 
Another one involving my father.
Time period was early '70, and social attitude towards soldiers weren't all that great. Was not uncommon for a goup of punks to drag a soldier out of a car and beat him, all in the name of "peace". Father was driving with my mother and us kids. Group of punks pull up next to them, and start acting VERY aggressive. Dad reached over, picked up his Smith .357, held it high enough for punks to see, opened cylinder, checked that it was loaded, and set it back down. Punks pulled away rather rapidly, never to be seen again.
 
Back in the mid-1970's, the neighborhood that we were living in was starting to turn bad. At around 5/5:30 in the morning (I remember the time because my father woke up at 5am to go to work and left the house at 6am), our doorbell starting ringing which woke up the rest of the family. Before anyone had a chance to get to the door, the person starting banging on the door.

Being one of those old glass doors and worried that the person was going to break it and not nothing what was going on, my father grabbed an old service pistol that he had from his WWII days. The gun was showing serious signs of rusts and hadn't been cleaned in 20-30 years (my father kept it around for home protection and never expected to use it).

My father opened the front door and pointed the gun at the guy's nose and said: "What the @^&* do you want?". The guy's eyes opened up so much that I thought they were going to pop out of his head. He backed up, fell down about 8 steps and a brown paper bag that he was holding ripped, and money went flying all over the places (mostly singles and a few fives). He quickly picked up most of the money (at least the bills that the wind wasn't blowing around all over the place) and ran off.

That evening we found out that evening that a local bar several blocks over was robbed in the early morning hours. We assumed (maybe incorrectly) that our unexpected visitor early that morning had something to do with that robbery and he must have come to our house by mistake.

Fortunately, my father did not have to fire the gun, because the condition that it was in, it might have blew up in his face -- assuming that it was loaded.

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I was in New Orleans, La. Plane got in late so I didn't get to the hotel until almost midnight. My buddy was sick and I was hungry. Room service and hotel restaurant were closed, so figured I could find something in the French Quarter still open. Made a wrong turn and ended up in the wrong area. A fellow spotted me and kept getting a block in front of me to head me off. I always avoided him by turning on another block. I finally gave up and turned around to head back to the hotel. He was running up behind me so I went around the corner, ducked behind a trash can in the alcove of an office building and drew my PPK. He cleared the corner, but did not see me. As he took a few more steps he looked down and spotted me. I told him to go away and he decided he should be somewhere else.
 
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