- Posted September 26, 2013 by
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A Gun For Me?
I have been pretty vocal about my feelings when it comes to Guns. I believe that more needs to be done to keep them out of the wrong hands. I strongly favor Background Checks and closing loopholes that allow virtually anyone to buy a gun. I do not believe it should be possible to purchase thousands of bullets online. I do not believe civilians need to be better armed than the Military or Police. I never believed I would even consider owning a gun of my own.
Today, I am feeling a little different. I recently had quite a scare. At 3:00 am on September 3rd someone tried to break into my apartment. He came back at 6:00 am and tried again.
Jake woke me up - his usual happy bark was gone. In it's place was a deep growling sound. His little 15 pound body was tense and he was practically levitating off the bed. I let him sleep with me and he is usually snuggled deep under the covers. He heard this potential intruder and sprang up so fast I was instantly aware that this was different. I flipped on the light and grabbed my glasses. As I walked to the top of the stairs and looked down at my front door I could hear the sound of something being inserted into the lock. Jake never stopped barking and shot in front of me as I headed down the stairs.
As I looked out through the peephole, I could see this man standing there, looking down as he continued to try to break in. I yelled out - told him he was at the wrong apartment and that I would call the Police - he didn't care. He put a hand up to the peephole to block my view but continued to do something to the door. I finally was able to run him off by yelling and hitting the door.
Initially, I thought this may have been someone who lives in this complex - who maybe drank too much and came to the wrong unit. I couldn't see where he stumbled off to as all of my windows face the fountain and pond. I stayed up for about a half hour then went back to bed.
My alarm goes off every morning at 6 am. Jake usually has already woken me up and most mornings we are outside shortly after. There are many dog owners living here so I have never felt afraid of being out so early or while it's dark. This morning, I hit the snooze button, Before the alarm went off again - the guy came back.
Once again, Jake channeled his inner Pitt Bull and sounded the alarm. This time, the guy was crouched down so that I couldn't see him at all but he was again putting something in the keyhole and it sounded like he was trying to break the lock. I had my phone with me and dialed 911. He must have heard me talking to the Police because he took off again. When they arrived they could not find him. They didn't even make a report.
That weekend I happened to see the This Week News - a small local paper that I never read- and on the front page was a photo of the man I had seen at my door. He had been arrested at 10:20 pm on same day he had tried to get into my place - caught trying to break into a local business. I waited a few days before I googled his name. A Registered Sex Offender, multiple arrests for Breaking into apartments, an Ex Convict. Clearly a drug user. This man had quite a history. I am now officially freaked out.
The whole experience has really shaken me. The "What if's" swirled in my head. The fact that he had came back at a time I would usually be outside really made it feel very personal. I started to think about a gun,
I haven't bought one - yet. But I am seriously considering it. Just one. Everyone - except my mother (who has been a victim of Gun Violence) has advised me to do it. This will take more thought to be sure..but just the fact that I am actually considering it is kinda scary in itself. Of all people - me? Own a Gun?
If I do go to this extreme - I won't mind a background check or questions about my Mental Health. I won't be stock piling a thousand bullets. I do not think I will apply for a Carry Conceal Permit. But I certainly do take my personal safety a lot more seriously.
One thing is for certain - Jake gets all the treats he wants.