Forgive me, for I have sinned.

[align=center]An About Face After Being Saved by a Gun Owner
A LETTER TO THE EDITOR
mailed to
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[align=left]I am one of those people who you loathe. One of those invisible people who
come into your living room without asking your permission. One of those people
who follow you while you shop, and make it harder for you to make legal
purchases. One of those people who try and tell you how to raise your children,
as if you don't know how. One of those who gives ratings to stations that promote
our demise as a free nation. I am your enemy. Or at least I was.
I followed it all, all of the propaganda, all of the hoopla. Believed it too. Believed
that leaving my house was more dangerous than being in a war. At any given
moment one of you evil gun owners would open fire on me. I saw the NRA
stickers, the Gun owners of America stickers on the cars that passed, and I
thought you were all fools. I did everything in my power financially to try and help
more laws pass that would prevent you from owning guns. I wholeheartedly
believed that only the Police, and Military should have guns. Every time I heard
of a gang shooting, or other criminal act committed with a gun, I honestly
believed that if we could curtail the legal sale of guns, we could make a
difference.
Boy was I wrong.
I have children, three actually, and to me the only thing more important than
raising them properly, was seeing that they aren't hurt in anyway. I wanted to ban
guns, save my children, save all children. No child should have to be part of any
kind of death, especially the kind that involves being shot. I gave money to all of
the anti gun organizations I could think of, went to the "Million" Mom March, even
looked at Rosie when she spoke, and actually admire her. Brought the kids as
well, and even yelled some not so nice things to those other marchers. I'm sure
some of you know who I refer to.
I was on my way back from the march, on my way back to Connecticut, when I
stopped off of the highway at a rest stop by one of those McDonalds they have
off I-95. By this time I had dropped off two of my kids with their father, and only
had my little one with me. I went into the restroom with her, and on my way out
noticed two men hanging out by my car. There were only two other cars in the lot
at the time that were anywhere near my vehicle. I immediately felt threatened by
their demeanor, but continued on to my car. The smaller of the two approached
me with a knife as I was about to open the door to put my child in her car seat.
He yelled at me to get in the back of the car, they were taking me for a little ride. I
obviously told them to just take my keys, they could have the car, but they
insisted I get in the back. I then heard a man yelling something I don't quite
recall, and saw him running towards me with a gun in his hand. The two men
vanished into their car, and sped away. I stood there frozen in time, and by the
time the gentleman with the gun got to me I just broke down and cried.
To make a long story short, you were all right, and I'm sorry. This man with a gun
saved me, and I just keep thinking if I had gotten my wish and guns were
banned, there is no telling where I'd be, and what would've happened to my
daughter. The only regret I have is not getting the man's phone number who
saved my life. I thanked him over and over again, and told him that he saved me,
but he calmly said to me something I'd never forget. He said "That's what people
like me are here for Ms., and I'm happy to have been able to help."
"That's what people like me are here for," those words keep on running through
my head everyday. Maybe this gentleman by some chance is part of your group,
and will read my message. If he does I would just like to say something to him,
and to everyone else reading this note.
Thank you for saving my life, and to the rest of you thank you for fighting for this
man's right to protect me and my child. Tell him for me that I will no longer be
part of the group who invades his home, and tries to tell him how to store his
guns. Tell him I will never be part of any group who tries to make it impossible for
him to buy his tool he used to save me. And tell him I will never again tell him
how to raise his children properly, because obviously I was oblivious to the fact
that responsible people such as him know how to raise their children better than I
do. I did rectify that situation the other day; I bought a shotgun for home
protection, and am in the process of getting my concealed permit. Next time I will
be ready to defend myself, or others for that matter. Some of my friends think I'm
crazy, but they try their best to understand. I just tell them that as soon as their
child's life is put in jeopardy by some criminal with a weapon that they will
understand, but until then don't tell me how to live my life. I've lost some friends,
but surprisingly most of them understand. If not for this man I could very easily
have been killed or raped, and my child could've been taken from me, so once
more I need to say thanks for saving me, and with all sincerity to the rest of you,
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