luzyfuerza
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My wife and I were recently in a waiting room before being called back for a medical exam. I was the patient. I generally carry whenever I'm out in public. But for this exam, I left the tools (gun, pepper spray, knife, etc.) outside.
My wife is a trained shooter, and has good EDC kit, but chose not to carry that day. Frankly, she depends on my tools more than I would like.
An individual walks into the waiting room. Probably 35 YO male. T-shirt, knee-length, unhemmed, cutoff jeans. His dress, gait, movements are just off, somehow. I feel my mind shift to orange, and focus on him.
He approaches the receptionists, and loudly asks when he can have his next shot. He says he's in pain. Funny, but he doesn't move like he's in pain. They are apparently familiar with him; "I'm sorry, you've got to wait at least another week." His response ramps up in sound level. He paces back and forth. Waves his arms. Demands. Shouts. Leans over the counter. Finally threatens: "somebody is going to die here!". But he didn't produce any weapons that I could see.
I'm in red, but damn! I wish I had my tools with me!
From my seat, I can see the whole waiting room, but we can't get out without passing too close to the loud intruder.
Those were tough moments. Can't really fight effectively, and can't escape. I felt pretty helpless. Something that I don't enjoy, and don't feel very often.
He finally steps outside. Staff calls 911. I stand and watch him wander around in the parking lot until I'm called back for my exam. Wife says that police were there in about ten minutes.
Lots of lessons here for my wife and me.
But what lessons can you pull out of this event that apply to you in your daily life?
My wife is a trained shooter, and has good EDC kit, but chose not to carry that day. Frankly, she depends on my tools more than I would like.
An individual walks into the waiting room. Probably 35 YO male. T-shirt, knee-length, unhemmed, cutoff jeans. His dress, gait, movements are just off, somehow. I feel my mind shift to orange, and focus on him.
He approaches the receptionists, and loudly asks when he can have his next shot. He says he's in pain. Funny, but he doesn't move like he's in pain. They are apparently familiar with him; "I'm sorry, you've got to wait at least another week." His response ramps up in sound level. He paces back and forth. Waves his arms. Demands. Shouts. Leans over the counter. Finally threatens: "somebody is going to die here!". But he didn't produce any weapons that I could see.
I'm in red, but damn! I wish I had my tools with me!
From my seat, I can see the whole waiting room, but we can't get out without passing too close to the loud intruder.
Those were tough moments. Can't really fight effectively, and can't escape. I felt pretty helpless. Something that I don't enjoy, and don't feel very often.
He finally steps outside. Staff calls 911. I stand and watch him wander around in the parking lot until I'm called back for my exam. Wife says that police were there in about ten minutes.
Lots of lessons here for my wife and me.
But what lessons can you pull out of this event that apply to you in your daily life?