Self-Defense | It Happened To Me
Self-Defense | It Happened To Me

For the May 2014 issue of COMBAT HANDGUNS, two stories of citizen self-defense were profiled as part of the magazine’s “It Happened To Me” column. First, a writer from Pennsylvania shares her terrifying experience during a recent home invasion, followed by another author’s account of an unsettling encounter at a Tennessee gas station.
“While watching a show, show, I heard a sound
 and initially just chalked 
it up to something on the TV,” the writer from Pennsylvania begins. “I figured
 my imagination was just getting the best of me and did not want to overreact. However, as I continued to listen, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up
 as I realized the sound was coming from downstairs. It was still relatively early, so I knew it wasn’t my husband because he rarely got home early.”

She continues, “When the sounds emanating from downstairs continued, I quickly went and got my Glock and proceeded to quietly check the kids’ room to ensure that they were safe. They were my first and foremost concern. I had my phone and realized then that I should call for help, but, prior to my calling 911, I peeked my head out of the bedroom door and looked down the steps to the first floor. What I saw terrified me—I noticed an intruder standing at the bottom of the stairs.”

In Tennessee, one man’s quick stop at a local gas station quickly takes a dangerous turn as he finds himself confronted by a mysterious stranger.
“ I looked at the disheveled and apparently drunk man, and said, ‘Are you OK?’ He just sort of looked at me and said, ‘Yeah, do you have any money you could give me?’ I usually only carry a debit card, but, being a charitable person, I answered, ‘I have a ton of change in my cup holder.’ ‘That will work,’ the man said.”

After the stranger refuses the change and orders the author to retrieve more money for him from an ATM inside the gas station, the situation quickly escalates.
“My free hand was on my 1911, which was tucked between the driver’s seat and the center console of the car, and I knew he couldn’t see it because of the way I was sitting in the car. He narrowed his eyes and scowled at me and reached inside his jacket. As this happened, he said, ‘Look, boy, you’re gonna…’ but before he could finish his sentence I had my pistol out and visible. I said to him ‘Back up real slow and get away from me.’

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