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This thread is intended to have both pro and anti gun members give their personal stories that they feel caused them to think like they do. Don't want to fight just hear the incident/s that formed your opinion.
I will start us off. I have three major events that happened in my life when I was young. I feel like they formed my pro gun mindset. I will share one now.
A stranger (to me) knocked on our door at my childhood home. I go get my dad and he opens the door and let's them in. As I begin to walk away I hear my dad say no like very deep and strange. He calls for my mother and they walk over to her and she says no multiple times and begins to cry hysterically. After the guy leaves and my mother calms down I asked my dad what happened. Apparently my pediatrician, the doctor who delivered me, had been murdered along with one of his young sons and a good samaritan. My doctor had gone fishing and while preparing to go home at the Courtney Campbell Causeway boat ramp it began to rain very hard. The good hearted doctor allowed a man who was caught out in the rain into their vehicle. The man soon after pulled a small pistol and shot everyone in the head. My doctor, his father, and both sons all shot in the head. My doctors dad and one of the boys lived. As the killer fled, a good samaritan followed him. The killer realized he was being followed and shot and killed the good samaritan as well.
I remember thinking how evil someone had to be to do that and that I would always have a gun of my own.
I will start us off. I have three major events that happened in my life when I was young. I feel like they formed my pro gun mindset. I will share one now.
A stranger (to me) knocked on our door at my childhood home. I go get my dad and he opens the door and let's them in. As I begin to walk away I hear my dad say no like very deep and strange. He calls for my mother and they walk over to her and she says no multiple times and begins to cry hysterically. After the guy leaves and my mother calms down I asked my dad what happened. Apparently my pediatrician, the doctor who delivered me, had been murdered along with one of his young sons and a good samaritan. My doctor had gone fishing and while preparing to go home at the Courtney Campbell Causeway boat ramp it began to rain very hard. The good hearted doctor allowed a man who was caught out in the rain into their vehicle. The man soon after pulled a small pistol and shot everyone in the head. My doctor, his father, and both sons all shot in the head. My doctors dad and one of the boys lived. As the killer fled, a good samaritan followed him. The killer realized he was being followed and shot and killed the good samaritan as well.
I remember thinking how evil someone had to be to do that and that I would always have a gun of my own.