Today, July 18, 2007, I visited the firing range where I took my first Gun Safety class three months ago.
I handled lots of guns.
A lady arrived with an arsenal of a dozen different pistols and she proudly showed me each one.
Three months ago I was not even comfortable being close to a gun, nevertheless handling one.
Today I can load, rack and shoot with surprising accuracy. I even contemplated buying my own Glock thinking it might get the intruders to back off, but I though better of it.
As much as I like to shoot, and I do, I will not live in an armed camp. If it ever comes to that, I will find another way. Owning a gun would make it too easy to be set up for something I did not do.
I’ll look forward to my future visits to the range so I can continue to improve. I am very glad I learned how to shoot. But it will always be with a rented gun.
