What I will do...?
It's called "flight or fight," and I guarentee you, whoever you may be, that you can not definitively tell what you will or won't do in a given situation-even if you have been in basically the same situation before-even multiple times. Most of the factors that determine reaction are inside the reacter-it's an inside deal-and personality type is a large factor, but there are many other things going on in the person that affect how he/she reacts. I mean no disrespect, but these discussions, for the most part, sound very accademic, because they are. One of the chief ways to "get a handle" on what happens inside of you when in one of these scenarios is to have someone shoot at you who really wants to kill you, real bad. Now, I know most of you on here haven't had that dubious distinction, but some of us have, and while I can't even begin to speak for the others, I can tell you that most of what is said, in my view, is well meant conjecture, and some is just alchol fuled bovine scathology, whether it is intended to be or not. When a human being "finds themselves" in one of these deals, what is going to happen as far as their interaction. or lack thereof, has already happened, very quickly, in their inner man/woman, and there bodys chemical factory has already supplied them with whatever is necessary to carry that out, almost instantaneously, and "all bets are off" until that stuff is "used up" . There are folks that don't "get scared" the way most of us understand that, and there are even those who, you can tell, like flying while on the ground, but they are a very small percentage, and have personality traits that enable them to "be that way" in a manner that few of us have (or want?) As for me, I have some ideas about some things that I could not ignore and still be able to live with myself. I belong to the Lord, and it has been demonstrated to me that there are worse things than a violent exit from this world, and I am at peace with these limitations. I have been so scared that my sphincter was so tight that my legs wouldn't move, even when I willed them to, only after repeated efforts. I remember a situation that, many years ago, finally gave me the calm I needed about always being armed. It was an account of a child abduction somewhere in Texas. The man reporting it had witnessed a pick up truck pull along side of a little girl of 3-4 in an area across from where he was standing. There were several formidable obsticles that kept him from being able to phisically respond, but the distance was not otherwise that great; but he had no weapon, so he had to stand there and watch, completely powerless to change what was happening right in front of his face, so to speak. The guy was eaten up by it, and so was I. Given the oppurtunity, "I think" I would have expended what ever I had on this dude and his truck, even at the risk of hitting that inocent little soul that had been dragged away and killed shortly afterward. The law, and all the rest of that would NOT have been a consideration for me then, or later, and if necessary, I would have slept with a free heart in a Texas prison. Flapjack.
