08-06-2004
|
#39
|
|
Members
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Hills of N. GA
Posts: 10,823
|
Quote:
Originally posted by VooMan@Aug 6 2004, 09:55 AM
My father was a physician, and a rare person who was able to get a carry permit in New York City. (He made housecalls...)
When he went for his interview the conversation went like this:
Sergeant: Okay, so you're a doctor... Let me put you in a situation. Let's say someone breaks into your house and you shoot him. You're a doctor and you could save his life. What are you gonna do?
Dad: Put the other five bullets in his head.
Sergeant: That's absolutely right, cuz if you don't he'll be back after you and your family...
The sergeant approved my father's application and he got his license.
************************
My father always taught me to respect guns. It was unthinkable for me to show them to my friends or mess around with them without him around. We used to go to a range when I was a kid, and I learned to use a gun properly. The guns were always under lock and key, unless my father was on a housecall... Twice he was mugged, and twice he pulled out his gun. He never had to fire it, but it did save his life.
My father died way too young, but at least it was because of an accident and not some schmuck who wanted the 30 bucks he made on a housecall...
|
|
|
|