A rude awakening
I live alone in a small 1000sq ft house. About seven weeks weeks ago I'm puttering around in the back yard and see two rather large men approach my front door. They sound off with "Hello" I reply hello right back as I approach the door from the back yard. Their next responce is "Police" I reply "uh oh!" They say everything is fine. They ask me if I have noticed any activity at the empty house next door. The owners had both passed away within months of each other. I stated that indeed I had noticed some people in and around the place but that I had just assumed...Theres that word ASSUMED...it was relatives of the couple checking on the property, I was told no it wasn't relatives and that the house had been broken into and vandalized and trashed. They showed me the result and it was just sickening to see what they had done to those poor peoples house. The police officers spent a long time with the people two doors down. Turns out, the main vandal was the daughter/daughter-in-law of the people two doors down. Seems she has a drug problem or whatever. Relatives of the deceased owners finnaly show up and clean up the mess after weeks of hard work. Cutting to the chase of the story, 04:30 I'm awakened by repeated banging on my front door, door bell going like a bat out of hell, all three dogs raising hell. I round the corner coming out of my bedroom in my boxers and yell "WHO IS IT?". Bear in mind I am unarmed. Don't even own a gun. Outside on my front porch is the guy from two doors down begging me to call the police. My first mistake was to open the door. Just because someone is pounding on your door doesn't mean you have to open it. All I see is this guy covered in blood, telling me he had just caught his wife with another guy. I ask his address as I'm firing up my cell phone and dialing 911. EMS arrive first Police 30 minutes later. Seems they were familar with the neighbor from many prior visits. I'm dressed by now having coffee and observing everything from the driveway. The police seem to be in the process of leaving so I approached them and asked if it was OK if I cleaned up all the blood on my porch. They said yeah go ahead. I didn't know if a murder, assult or whatever had happened. I find out later after chatting with other neighbors, a single lady, and a single Mom with three kids, across that the wounded guy had been pounding on their door which they properly ignored. I saw him later that week and he told me that the women across the street refused to answer their doors. I told him "That was was because they were terrified" All this got me to thinking, what if after opening the front door, just a crack mind you, this nut had charged into my house. It would have been a dumb move, I'm a big guy, with three big dogs, but BG are known to be stupid. How would I have defended myself? All this is going on in the midst of the Trevon Martin/George Zimmerman debacle. I have since decided it's time to be prepared. I have purchased a S&W 642/LG-105 laser sights, and an M&P 9mm shield. I am in the process of obtaining my CC permit. I have taken the proficency test and received my papers stating so. I have been to the range and fired both weapons many times. The shield being my favorite. I keep at least one close by at night while sleeping, and during the day while at home.In the future, should a BG attempt unlawful entry into my abode, I feel much safer. Semper paratus, semper vigilo.
