I have no experience with this, but I do have one of my father's chronicles about someone he knew. He wrote if for my sister, but it sorta fits here I think.
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The Lost Prairie Chronicles: Side trip 10
He had been watching the news stories on violence since high school, and now he was on his own. His parents had offered to keep him at home through college, but he was determined to find his own way without help, and his parents were secretly proud.
He knew that the local community college was the right place to begin, and he quickly found employment in a local harware store. His willingness to work and learn impressed his employer and he was soon given more responsibility. He wasn't quite sure of a major yet, but he was headed in the direction of business management with a class on biology thrown in to keep things interesting.
He lived in an apartment complex not far from the college and soon came to know his neighbors. He was considered a level headed youngster and gained their respect for being polite and helpful when asked. He was no saint, but he had a logical approach to his dealings with those around him.
He began dating a young lady in his biology class and they grew close. Neither was prepared for a lifetime commitment, but their feelings about each other grew strong and secure. She had the financial support of her parents and between the two of them they were able to afford a comfortable relationship, dating and an occasional evening out.
Things went smoothly until the night they returned to her apartment complex and were accosted in the parking lot. The two intruders were armed and demanding her purse and his wallet. He could see no advantage to resisting two armed men and quickly handed over his wallet. She asked the thugs to allow her to keep her rings as they were passed down from great grandmother to grandmother to mother and were now hers. Clenching her left hand she refused to give up the rings. One of the thugs threw her to the ground, forced her hand open and roughly pulled the rings from her fingers. She fought to retrieve them and was hit in the face for her trouble.
In a fury her young man charged the offending thug and was promptly knocked to the ground by the second accoster. With two pistols now trained on him he pulled his girlfriend close to him and waited. The two thugs ran into the night without further incident.
The following day his girlfriend's parents showed up to remove her from her apartment. She resigned from the community college and returned to her home town, too far away for a relationship, so he was now alone. Alone but not without a plan.
His police report was done at the local station, and he was unable to help with recognition but a female officer gave him the name of a local indoor shooting facility that could qualify him for a carry permit. She also recommended a few good books on legality, repercussions and advantages to obtaining a carry permit. She strongly stated the necessity of solid training, mental state and the potential dangers of carrying a firearm. He listened, understood and began the process.
The range had optional classes in the psycological preparation of carrying and confrontations. He purchased the recommended books and studied them exactly as if they were a part of his college curriculum. Once that aspect was under control he began the basic familiarization and function of his chosen firearm course offered by the range. He selected a range-owned standard .45 1911 type.
Within an ten week period and forty practical pistol classes later, he was ready to purchase his own pistol. He selected a Detonics .45 compact pistol and began using it for his defensive pistol classes.
A major part of his education involved how to handle a confrontation and how to avoid having to use his pistol at all. He learned never to discuss his carry pistol, never to show it, never to threaten with it and to do everything in his power to extricate himself from the confrontation without having to take defensive action. He understood completely that the pistol was last resort reserved for the gravest extreme.
Fact is that to the day he moved on he had not had another situation occur requiring defensive force of arms, but he rested secure in the knowledge that he was prepared, and he maintained his preparedness with weekly range time, but now it was out of pure pleasure and not necessity.
His friends had no real idea that he carried, and he seldom thought about the weight behind his hip.It became a natural part of dressing each day and he eventually graduated junior college without a single person on campus aware of his sidearm. He went on to a major college and I lost track of him, and I suppose that the tolerance laws on college campuses changed since then, but knowing him, if there were zero-tolerance laws on his chosen campus he'd not have observed them.
This young man was Trained and Quiet, and yes, I knew him, Pooh.
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