I woke up last night due to a dream that was so scary and realistic (with the actual probability that it could have been a real situation) that I grabbed my firearm. I was in full panic mode and it took me a few minutes to sort out that the situation was not real. The location of my phone was the only real tip-off, because it wasn't where I left it in my dream.
Not to try to sound all Billy Badass or whatever, but I have aimed and pulled the trigger at a human being before. I was 16 and pregnant, and I was scared for my life and that of my unborn child. Lucky for the person at the other end of the barrel that the gun wasn't loaded.
In case anyone has the idea that I might be going soft in my old age let me be clear that 17 years of working this hard to have what little we've got hasn't softened me one bit. If anything - it's made me harder and more determined to protect my family and what's ours.
I have a legally obtained firearm. I have a permit to carry. My brother has trained me how to use it. It's not on my bucket list to kill anyone or anything, so I really hope that no one ever forces my hand.
But it is loaded this time.