Thursday, January 30, 2014

Sometimes there are no answers


Sometimes there are no answers

Gun in home 
December 5th 2012 a 4-year old boy found a gun and began to play with it and shot his younger brother. The two year old died. The father had the gun loaded and hiding under a pillow.

The father is now convicted of child endangerment and manslaughter.

I will keep my opinion to myself.

You may be wondering why I am telling you this story. When I was 16, my father was in the hospital and my mother went to visit him.  She left us home to take care of ourselves, after all, we ranged in age from 10 to 16 and we could take care of ourselves for a few hours. The neighbor boy was over visiting my brother and they were playing around with the guns. No big deal, we lived on a farm and we were always taking the gun out and shooting squirrels and rabbits. Target practice and stuff like that. The rule was no loaded guns in the house.

 I do not remember the details of that afternoon but I do remember looking up from where I was and seeing my brother pointing the rifle at my head. I yelled at him to put it down and not to point guns at a person’s head.

He was my almost twin we were 11 months three weeks apart so we are the same age for one week out of the year.  “Don’t worry,” he said laughing. “It’s not loaded.”  I walked out of the room.

 About 5 or 10 minutes later the rifle went off and then a blood curdling scream. One of my other brothers had just been shot. He was sitting in a chair watching a movie. We were in the basement and the floors and half the walls were concert. The bullet ricochet around the basement and a piece of it went up from the floor and hit him in the hip and came out his back.

If my brother had shoot me that day I would have forgave him. If he had killed me I still would have forgave him. He would not have known I forgave him and would have to live the rest of his life not knowing I had forgiven him.

Oh sure we joke about it now, especially the bother that was shot. It was a war movie he was watching and it was in the middle of a war scene. He said that the movie had great special effect but a little too real for comfort.

In further investigation, my brother that had been shot was the person that had left the bullet in the gun the day before.

Two year later, I joined the army and had to take apart and put back together my weapon (if you call it a gun you would have to drop and do twenty pushups for the drill sergeant).

 My ex-husband and I would go shooting in the mountains. I loved guns again and felt comfortable around them again.

I have gun all over the house now. We live in the country. My husband sometime leave them lying around. We get coyotes, fox and sometime sick raccoons around the yard.

Gun control is all over in the news these days. My opinion, I will not share with you because after all sometimes there are no answers.

Although, if you have weapons in the house lock them up, especially if you have children

 This is my flow

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