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Personal defense stories: who has one?
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<blockquote data-quote="Blown 89" data-source="post: 17036280" data-attributes="member: 45161"><p>My mother shot a car jacker when I was an infant in the back seat of her convertible. Apparently some dude jumped in the passenger seat and tried to jack the car with baby me in the back. Who knows if I'd be around today if she didn't carry a gun. I don't know the specifics other than that little bit of information. My mom was a bad ass and made my father and siblings get our CCW's. She's why I started competing and carrying.</p><p></p><p>I've needed a firearm twice in my life but hadn't started carrying then. The first was in college when I got the shit beat out of me by a bunch of illegals that rear ended me in a "borrowed" car at a light. My parent's neighbor was a retiree mob boss from Chicago at the time and he retroactively took care of the situation for me. I can't post that publicly but holy **** I have some stories growing up next to that guy.</p><p></p><p>The second time was a road rager that was actively blocking me from merging into his lane. I had to exit because I was running out of gas and it was the last station for a good while and he was slowing, stopping, and actively matching my speed to keep me from coming into his lane so I gunned it merged 50 yards in front of him. As I was sitting in the left turn lane for the gas station he pulled up next to me, pointed his gun at me out of his window and said "Bang! Bang! You're dead" and sped off. I was ****ed because I ran out of gas right when he pulled up and had nowhere to run ( I had to push it into the gas station). To this day I have no idea what his problem was. My guess is he was one of the millions of Karens that had beef with loud pony cars.</p><p></p><p>I've been VERY close to drawing and shooting a few times but the other person had a change of heart before I was forced to make that decision. It happens often enough that I want out of this shithole before it actually does.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blown 89, post: 17036280, member: 45161"] My mother shot a car jacker when I was an infant in the back seat of her convertible. Apparently some dude jumped in the passenger seat and tried to jack the car with baby me in the back. Who knows if I'd be around today if she didn't carry a gun. I don't know the specifics other than that little bit of information. My mom was a bad ass and made my father and siblings get our CCW's. She's why I started competing and carrying. I've needed a firearm twice in my life but hadn't started carrying then. The first was in college when I got the shit beat out of me by a bunch of illegals that rear ended me in a "borrowed" car at a light. My parent's neighbor was a retiree mob boss from Chicago at the time and he retroactively took care of the situation for me. I can't post that publicly but holy **** I have some stories growing up next to that guy. The second time was a road rager that was actively blocking me from merging into his lane. I had to exit because I was running out of gas and it was the last station for a good while and he was slowing, stopping, and actively matching my speed to keep me from coming into his lane so I gunned it merged 50 yards in front of him. As I was sitting in the left turn lane for the gas station he pulled up next to me, pointed his gun at me out of his window and said "Bang! Bang! You're dead" and sped off. I was ****ed because I ran out of gas right when he pulled up and had nowhere to run ( I had to push it into the gas station). To this day I have no idea what his problem was. My guess is he was one of the millions of Karens that had beef with loud pony cars. I've been VERY close to drawing and shooting a few times but the other person had a change of heart before I was forced to make that decision. It happens often enough that I want out of this shithole before it actually does. [/QUOTE]
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