Fear tastes like brass
This was my first and only incident that scared me enough to reach for a gun. I was at a traffic light waiting for it to change. There were cars in front of,behind and beside me.I was boxed in. I noticed a large,blonde haired young man walking up to the cars in front of me and trying to open their passenger side doors. All this time he was yelling something about needing a ride to a nearby town.When he approached my vehicle I pulled my .357 out of the center console and held it at the ready. He didn`t know that I was armed. He yanked on the door handle and I told him to go away and leave me alone. He then started to beat on the window. I decided then and there if he broke that window and tried to get in the truck with me I was going to shoot him. Thank God the light changed and we sped off. I drove to a nearby parking lot and called 911. The operator said that they had been swamped with calls about him and that units were on the way. When I hung up I started to shake badly and that`s when I noticed the taste of fear.I later learned that the guy was arrested for disorderly conduct,drug possession and resisting arrest.I hope I don`t ever find myself in a situation like that again.Your world can change in an instant by just being in the wrong place at any given time.Like waitng for the light to change.
In the area in which I now reside,when I`m placed in a group of four or five guys,I`m known as "the smart one".God help me.