Posted January 28, 2018 5:14 pm by Comments

By John Falkenberg

I recently wrote a story about one of the two times in my life someone seriously threatened my personal safety — here comes round two.

This one is not quite as dramatic and action-packed, but I feel it’s important to share, because I can easily see someone — myself included — making a tragic mistake if nerves had control of my mind instead of my brain.

I’ll say, just like the first instance, at the time of this occurrence I was 19 — concealed carry was not legal for me yet — so it’s kind of a moot point. It makes for a good background for conjecture as to what was appropriate in the situation and what was not/would not be.

Alright, I’ll break it down:

It was late at night. I was delivering a pizza way out in the middle of nowhere to a nice older man who was handicapped and living alone. Every time I stopped by, he would come up with some excuse to shoot the breeze, and I would normally oblige him. Who wants to be alone all the time?

This particular time, he asked me to give him a ride to the neighborhood mailbox so he could grab …Read the Rest

Source:: Concealed Nation

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