Up until this point this has been an EMS blog. My EMS blog. I have been careful not to put too many personal things and experiences in this blog. I'm pretty sure that I am still anonymous, no one has contacted me in an effort to try to ascertain my identity and I want to keep it that way. I have seen too many bloggers, mostly EMS ones that get into loads of trouble all because of not being careful. That being said, I am going to write about something that happened to me today, my day off. This is not an EMS post.
I was at Wal-Mart today. Just nosing around, picking up a few wants and a couple of needs, nothing special. I paid for my things and made my way out to the truck. About halfway there this guy walks up to me and says hi. At first I figured he wanted to sell me something, but his clothes were not that of a salesman. He didn't seem to be homeless, but he did have a bag over his arm. He asked for money. Now usually I don't give money away, I work hard enough for the little I got. But today I was feeling generous. I said sure, I reached into my pocket and pulled out what I had, about $1.30 and handed it to him. He looked from his palm to me, back to his palm and to me again. Then he said "That all?" I just walked away. My truck was in sight and I just wanted to get to it and get home. I heard the crunch of his shoes on the asphalt as he turned. I glanced over my shoulder and he was just standing there looking at me.
At this point my "oh-shit-o-meter" just perked up a few notches. Using my ears as my eyes behind me I just kept walking towards my vehicle. About the time I open the back door to put my bags in I heard him walking towards me. Now, don't get me wrong, I am no coward. But I believe that it's better to turn the other cheek and keep your head down than go looking for trouble. In my experience, enough trouble will find you that you don't have to go looking for it. But if that trouble does find you, be ready.
I opened the drivers door, got in and shut it. I put one hand on the key to start the truck and the other underneath the seat. When the door opened (I had a feeling it would at any minute), I was ready. It was yanked open and there he was, the same motherfucker that I just gave money to. I yanked my peace and stuck it about 1/2 inch from his beady little eyes. It's amazing the amount of white that I could see. I don't remember the color of his eyes, but I do remember the acres of white as he stared into the barrel of my 40 cal.
I wished I could have come up with something catchy to say. Something like Bruce Willis or Clint Eastwood would have said. But this is the real world and I am not afraid to say that I was scared shitless. The only thing I could say was "I don't want any trouble".
He backed up, turned around and walked away. I sat there, put the safety back on and shivered until I had to grab hold of myself so I wouldn't fall out of the truck. When I had pulled myself together enough to form a rational thought I picked up my phone and called the cops. The rest is just a blur. The cops came, I gave a statement. They left. I drove home.
I'm not sure what his intentions were. Maybe he intended to do harm, maybe not. Maybe he just wanted to ask directions. I don't know and I don't care. If he had wanted something, he should have asked when I gave him the money. If someone jerks open my door, either my vehicle or my house, I feel that my life and my family's life may be in danger and I will act accordingly.
For the record: "I am a gun-toting, card-holding NRA member, I also have my conceal-to-carry license and they can have my guns when the pry them from my cold dead hands." There that said, if I offended any of you, just re-read the above paragraphs and put yourself in my shoes. As I said, I don't know what his intentions were, but if they weren't just to ask where the local 7-11 was, then what other reason would he have to follow me and then yank open my door? What if? What if he wanted to take my truck, or just off me right there in broad daylight in the middle of a Wal-Mart parking lot. It happens, just watch the local news any night of the week if you don't so.
So all of you gun-haters out there, you can kiss my ass. This was the first time I have ever pulled a weapon on anyone and I hope that I never have the opportunity to do it again. But I am glad that I have it. I am glad that I had it with me. The only reason it wasn't on my person today was that the Wal-Mart I visit has a no-weapon of any kind, concealed or otherwise sign on the front door. I left it under the seat because of it. I am a law-abiding, gun-owning citizen and I will protect myself and my family if I feel threatened....
This was the first and only time. Jesus, I hope that I never have to again.