Don't Mess With Mama - Survival Stories
June 2012 someone was knocking on my door at midnight. We don't typically get visitors after 5pm. I called the police. The (idiot) 911 operator insisted that I go to the door! The person knocked for at least five minutes as I prayed the police would come before I went to the door. (By the way the 911 operator was rightfully subject to an internal investigation and disciplined.). I argued with this operator about going to the door. She insisted and going against my better judgment I got my gun, racked it and was ready to stop whomever it was in their tracks. We have a window in the door, so I could see them but of course they'd see me too. I pulled the curtain back and stuck my gun up to the glass and said "You need to leave now. Go!" Without getting into specifics, this person was a criminal and had no good intent. They left and the police did not arrive in time to find them nor be of any help to me. Defending my child and myself was MY job and I did it. I meant what I said and was prepared to stop this person cold if necessary. It was stupid to obey the operator but I did and at minimum was able to show myself not a victim but an angry homeowner and mother with a gun I was fully prepared to use. Message received. They hightailed it off my porch. Situation sorted.
I used to live in a house that was at the end of a 1/2 mile long dirt road (no other houses on the road). It was also a full mile as the crow flies from the next nearest house.
I was washing dishes one day to look up and see, out my window, a man walking across my back yard. Some houses on the main road had been broken into, so I grabbed my .45 and keys, locked my children blissfully watching TV in the house and walked out to the back yard with my pistol down at my side. I followed the man to our boat shed where he heard me behind him. He turned, looked at my face, glanced down at the pistol by my side and RAN to his truck parked on the dirt road that ran down the back side of our property. He skidded out of there, never to be seen again.
I tell people this story as an example of how guns PREVENT crimes from happening. I never had to even point it....just it's mere prescence was enough to deter this alleged thief.
Now my daughter, a 2 year old at the time, shoots national championships on the university rifle team...a 3rd generation gun girl as her grandmother holds several world records in international Black Powder Shooting.