Back in 1994 I had moved to our new home with our 2 daughters and hubby was to join us in a year after he retired from the Navy. I was never afraid without him as I had to go 6 months or more at times while he was on deployments, so I was used to it. One day, the girls and I went out shopping and I always locked our doors and such. Well, we got home and after we entered the house, we saw the back door wide open and heard a noise down in the basement, like things being thrown around. Well I grabbed the phone to call 911 and headed into the bedroom with the girls and locked the door. I picked up the S+W.357 Magnum we had and I hid the girls under the bed. It was taking a long time for the police to show up so I called again and let them know we were in the bedroom and I had my gun and if anyone came through the door, I would shoot them. The 911 operator told me to make sure when the police got there, to put the gun down. I said I would as long as they proved they were police. Well, many, many minutes later, no sign of the police and I heard the bedroom doorknob being jiggled. I shouted out that I called the police and if anyone came through that door they were dead as I would shoot first and question later. Apparently, whoever it was took off and finally the police arrived. I was not afraid as I knew all the training I had would help me get through this. Yes, my girls were frightened, but afterward were happy that I was able to protect them. I did ask my brother to move in with us after that as we were in the boondocks. Even now, these many years later, I remember that and am confident that I can do what needs to be done in any circumstance.
Being Prepared Can Make the Difference
A survival story submitted by Karen T.
My story isn't as dramatic as many I have read, but I am convinced my concealed carry gun kept me from being involved in...
It was about 1974 and I had just moved back to my hometown. I had rented a small red sports car and was pulled into a parking spot at a 7-11. I didn’t have a concealed carry permit but was allowed to have my pistol laying on my car seat
An Attack Can Happen Anywhere
A survival story submitted by Elizabeth A.
My survival story isn’t very dramatic, but it’s very real to me and important for people to know that an attack can happen anywhere....
Not every survival story involves surviving a violent attack, sometimes they are stories of overcoming other types of life threatening adversities. Here is such a story.
In June of 2016 Richard and I were on our...