The last several years there's been a bunch of house breachings with folks home. Several have been killed, mostly by people they know. But, a number of them have been to older folks home's and they've been robbed & some beaten. Although I'm younger than most of them, a yr ago I had back surgery. With all this going on and me not being as able as I've always been. I've started carrying a 38 in my pants pocket all the time. When in the shower it's on the back of the toilet right outside the shower door with a towel over it. At night, it's laying beside my head on the table connected to the bed.
For some reason I've had 'that bad feeling about something's gonna happen before long' and I want to be ready for it. There's at least half a dozen other handguns, bigger bore's scattered around the house. But, this one in my pocket all the time is a real comfort. I do wish it was a .40 cal though.
I just don't understand why the makers don't produce a snubby in .40.
About 7 yrs ago a friend was staying with one of his buddies when they got into a fight and he got beat some and left, came to our place. Not expecting anything, and not knowing the guy was a lefty he sucker punched me. When I saw it was someone I was friendly with I laid the 38 on the couch arm next to the door and held the partly opened storm door fairly tight as I expected him to try to come in.
When I asked what he wanted: "where's Rick?" "he's here" "I want to talk to him", "ho you can't come in" and he pulled the door, I held it, then he yanked it and I lost the grip, soon as it opened he smacked me in the eyebrow and broke my glasses. I then stepped out and busted him between the eye's and knocked him over the porch railing. The wife came to see what was going on. Just about then I kinda turned to tell her to get back when he picked up a foot long piece of display log and beared down on the glass storm door. I just barely saw it in time to get the door partly closed to deflect it. Soon as he launched it he took off running. I called the cops and told them all about it, including the 38. One said: "if you'd shot him, I'd arrest you". I know damned well IF I'd had it in my hand when he had the log, I'd sure as hell stepped out and blasted him dead. So maybe laying it down saved his life and mine too.
Cops broke into his house a couple months later on a drug raid and he went out a second floor window and jumped off the porch roof. Busted both of his knee's and ankle's. So he got waht he deserved. The real shame of it is. The guys great, and a registered pharmacist, turned druggie. Now in prison for a good long spell.
Something to think about isn't it?
George