Kwando
05-13-2006, 11:42 AM
http://glocktalk.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=540353
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Originally posted by ashnlv on glocktalk
Funny how life works. I had just gotten home from work and usually I get undressed and into something comfortable while my wife is getting ready for work, which includes my Glock 36 going in the closet. Today however, my kids were acting up and I just didn't get undressed and still had the Glock on. After getting the kids calmed down, I went back to talking to my wife. Not more than 2 minutes later, I hear a tremendous knocking on my door, doorbell ringing off the buzzer. Of course, Murphy's Law, my oldest daughter (6 years old) gets to the door before me and yells "Daddy, come quick!!!" Of course I was already on my way. I get the door open and my next door neighbor's wife falls into my arms blood all over her face and she's screaming but almost unconcious. Instinct kicked in and I just drug her inside the house, but not before I looked up and saw her husband charging from their house, through my yard towards my front door. He got about 30 feet from my door, but was already in my yard and that's when the training kicked in. I drew my Glock quicker than I ever thought I could. I did not point directly at him, but kept it in the down ready position (if that makes sense) and yelled pretty loud to stop, turn around or I would have no choice but to shoot. The look in his eyes was of pure anger and rage. He stopped dead in his tracks and that's when I slammed the door, his wife lying on my tile bleeding. My wife was frantically getting my med bag (I'm an EMT-I). My wife was so quick, she had already grabbed the phone, dialed 911 and handed it to me. As soon as the dispatcher got on the phone, all info was relayed and within 3 minutes, I had 3 squad cars in front of my house. He had already left the area, but she was safe, my family was safe and the law was here. Ended up, he came back at and turned himself in where he was promptly placed in handcuffs and put in the back of a car. I spent 1 hour filling out a report of what transpired and of course, I had to tell them I drew my weapon and the officer said, "You showed great restraint and this goes to show that an armed civilian has the ability to stop or prevent a crime against another person." That statement reassured my belief that carrying a concealed firearm was one of my best things I've ever done. I was very suprised they did not confiscate my weapon for a "cool off" period of 7 days. All they did was take my Glock, my CCW, my DL and gun registration..ran it and then gave it back to me. I will have to keep an eye on my kids for a little while since all 3 of them, 4, 6 and 13 saw everything that happened and this may traumatize them a litte. I know I am sitting here and it has played a significant mental drain on me. Bottom line, people ask me why I carry a gun wherever I go and I always say, "I don't plan on becoming a statistic." Another moral to this story, I felt like the Glock was part of my body when I drew it. I know now that the Glock, among all of my firearms is the one I trust my life with the most. So anyhow, just thought I'd share my story and get it off my chest as it is weighing heavily. One good thing out of this, the husband's Mother called me to thank me for taking care of the situation and she apologized on behalf of him. I live in a great neighborhood, gated community and it just goes to show that it can happen in the nicest or roughest place. Thanks for listening.
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Originally posted by ashnlv on glocktalk
Funny how life works. I had just gotten home from work and usually I get undressed and into something comfortable while my wife is getting ready for work, which includes my Glock 36 going in the closet. Today however, my kids were acting up and I just didn't get undressed and still had the Glock on. After getting the kids calmed down, I went back to talking to my wife. Not more than 2 minutes later, I hear a tremendous knocking on my door, doorbell ringing off the buzzer. Of course, Murphy's Law, my oldest daughter (6 years old) gets to the door before me and yells "Daddy, come quick!!!" Of course I was already on my way. I get the door open and my next door neighbor's wife falls into my arms blood all over her face and she's screaming but almost unconcious. Instinct kicked in and I just drug her inside the house, but not before I looked up and saw her husband charging from their house, through my yard towards my front door. He got about 30 feet from my door, but was already in my yard and that's when the training kicked in. I drew my Glock quicker than I ever thought I could. I did not point directly at him, but kept it in the down ready position (if that makes sense) and yelled pretty loud to stop, turn around or I would have no choice but to shoot. The look in his eyes was of pure anger and rage. He stopped dead in his tracks and that's when I slammed the door, his wife lying on my tile bleeding. My wife was frantically getting my med bag (I'm an EMT-I). My wife was so quick, she had already grabbed the phone, dialed 911 and handed it to me. As soon as the dispatcher got on the phone, all info was relayed and within 3 minutes, I had 3 squad cars in front of my house. He had already left the area, but she was safe, my family was safe and the law was here. Ended up, he came back at and turned himself in where he was promptly placed in handcuffs and put in the back of a car. I spent 1 hour filling out a report of what transpired and of course, I had to tell them I drew my weapon and the officer said, "You showed great restraint and this goes to show that an armed civilian has the ability to stop or prevent a crime against another person." That statement reassured my belief that carrying a concealed firearm was one of my best things I've ever done. I was very suprised they did not confiscate my weapon for a "cool off" period of 7 days. All they did was take my Glock, my CCW, my DL and gun registration..ran it and then gave it back to me. I will have to keep an eye on my kids for a little while since all 3 of them, 4, 6 and 13 saw everything that happened and this may traumatize them a litte. I know I am sitting here and it has played a significant mental drain on me. Bottom line, people ask me why I carry a gun wherever I go and I always say, "I don't plan on becoming a statistic." Another moral to this story, I felt like the Glock was part of my body when I drew it. I know now that the Glock, among all of my firearms is the one I trust my life with the most. So anyhow, just thought I'd share my story and get it off my chest as it is weighing heavily. One good thing out of this, the husband's Mother called me to thank me for taking care of the situation and she apologized on behalf of him. I live in a great neighborhood, gated community and it just goes to show that it can happen in the nicest or roughest place. Thanks for listening.
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