Day 290 of 365
Warning today is about guns!
I have mixed feelings about today.
The summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school I performed CPR on a gunshot victim. I was 15 years old. I held that man in my arms as he convulsed, choked on his tongue and turned a color of blue that haunted me for years.
I don't have to imagine what gun violence looks like. I was too young to know much about life or the circumstances around why this man was shot but the incident shaped my relationship with guns.
I graduated with a Police Science degree and part of the program was firearms training. I was very good at shooting but I could never forget the lifelessness of the man I eventually saved. The memory of his blood on my pants, stabilizing his neck as I tried to breathe life into him replays every time I hold a gun in my hand.
I didn't shoot him.
I wasn't in that field when it happened.
It hasn't stopped the memories.
It's impossible to be in law enforcement and be hesitant to fire a gun.
On day 290 I took a concealed carry firearms course.
I want to put this chapter of fear in my past.
I was fortunate to find an instructor who would come out to my home to teach the me. He is someone pretty special and aside from being a certified firearms instructor he is also a Rabbi.
He pulled up on his motorcycle with a rolling firearms equipment bag strapped to the side. His instruction was dynamic and although I felt comfortable with the material I still can't shake the past.
I completed the course and filed for my card. I'm confortable with that.
Will I carry?
I guess the concealed part of that will just have to stay a mystery for now.
Love & Light