I spent a great deal of my working life in sketchy neighborhoods working with and around sketchy people so that I could raise my family in good neighborhoods with good schools.

More than a few situations could have gone horribly wrong, but for the grace of God, somehow did not, and no weapons were presented.

Never was robbed, but one night, a fellow was caught trying to break in to the dealership.

The burglar was nothing, if not a good father, for he had brought his 7 year old son with him.

Now in retirement, I am blessed that I may spend nearly all of my time in areas people tend to move to, rather than move away from...

However, on that rare occasion when I may find myself in less than secure surroundings, there is a Smith 2nd (or more likely 3rd) gen with me.

Other than that it is just practice, practice, practice.

And pray.

John