LMTC said:
...I have also had a gun held on me and several others, by a robber (near "The Flats" in Cleveland, 1979 I think) and that too brings on some strange thoughts and feelings, though I did not get sick as I did when I was the one holding the gun. I could read "Colt MK" on the side of the barrel, and distinctly remember thinking "the hammer is down, he can't shoot me without cocking", and feeling some relief with that thought. Funny what goes through your mind at such times. He got what he wanted and fled. If I'd been carrying I could have dropped him as he turned and fled. Would I have? Probably not.
When I was 16 I took a few younger kids from our neighborhood to an ice cream place on a hot summer night. One of the kids' moms let me borrow thier very nice car and gave me money to buy the ice cream. We pulled in, got out, ordered our ice cream and returned to the car. When I walked around the rear of the car to get in, there was a very large man standing between the cars blocking the driver's side door. He said I bumped his car with my door (I had not, because I was being extra careful with my friend's mom's very nice car). I apologized and offered to pay for any damages, to which he replied that he could kill me right now and pointed into the open window of the car to my left. There was a man in the front passenger seat pointing a shotgun at me. I immediately started backing up so that the guy would have to shoot over his right shoulder to get me. And the first guy came towards me, so that got him between me and the shotgun. At that point I was worried that he'd shoot my friends that had gotten in the passenger side and were oblivious to what was going on. I kept apologizing and offering to pay and getting the insurance information, etc... and slowly stepping backwards to get further out of range of that shotgun. Then, he just told me to shut up, walked around the car, got in and they left. It was over as quick as that. I got the license number and make of car. I got in the car, my friends asked me what that was about, I told them and started eating my ice cream. I finally snapped out of it, and we called the cops. They made a report. Nothing ever came of it.
But it is interesting how you can either panic, or start taking mental notes of the situation and determine your best way out of it. That was 30 years ago and I can still see that guy, his partner, the shotgun, the car we drove, their car, all the cars in the lot, my friends that I was responsible for, that car leaving the lot. Heck, I can still see the ice cream cone in my hand. I don't recall being ill, or even shaking that much after it was over. But I was dazed for a few minutes, that's for sure. The next fall I got a job at that same Dairy Queen. I met my future wife there.
Ten years later, after we had been married a few years, and I had been carrying a gun when we went out, we decided to go to pick up a pizza. I had the gun in the pocket of my windbreaker, as I was wearing shorts and a tank top and had no place for the holster. We were getting out of the car at a Little Ceasars and I stopped my wife and told her I better leave the gun in the car, as there had been some robberies and I didn't want them to get any wrong ideas. As we walked up to the door, some guy sitting in a car inthe fire lane looked directly at us, gave us a dirty look, and chucked a lit cigarrette right at us. I looked at my wife, we just walked around it, went inside and picked up the order. He left and we went back to the car. On the way home we discussed how easily that could have gone bad, had I had the gun in my pocket and been a hot head, much like that guy at the Dairy Queen ten years earlier. I have to wonder how many shootings occur because of a small provocation like that rapidly escalating due to someone having 38 caliber courage.