The Yes and No part was due to me being a minor when I was shot with a pistol, so the most part I technically couldn't be an "owner" of a handgun.
Anyways, my wound was a accident caused by my own self. Now I sympathise with the OP's friend, but I would consider my instance worse. The OP's friend had never been around guns and was then shot by one, so her fear of firearms can be expected.
As for me, I was raised with guns and hunting, so I knew safety. And all it took was that one instant when the gun was not handled properly and then BANG. I recieved large wound where a .45 slug entered from right below the knee-cap and then exited over half-way down my clalf, turning my leg into a flabby mess a point-blank. Bullet barely missed by bone and just grazed by my artery. The doctor told me that if the bullet (a slug from a 45 Long Colt) had hit the artery, I would have died well before Emergency Services got to me. If it had it the bone he would had to have amputated.
Now, I am sure most readers will be thinking that I am an idiot and shouldn't be trusted with a firearm and am a fool menace at the range. And that is exactly the problem.
I was teased and ridiculed for months after my accident, especially by friends and family who are big into shooting. I felt like a fool and a jacka**.
However, that didn't stop me from going back to the thing I love doing. I had support from friends and family that knew better about me. Hell, a good friend was a Sheriff's deputy and had shot his hand while cleaning a pistol, so he knew all about it.
All it takes is the will to know that it will never happen again and to not let failure and misfortune force you to live in fear.
Anyways, my wound was a accident caused by my own self. Now I sympathise with the OP's friend, but I would consider my instance worse. The OP's friend had never been around guns and was then shot by one, so her fear of firearms can be expected.
As for me, I was raised with guns and hunting, so I knew safety. And all it took was that one instant when the gun was not handled properly and then BANG. I recieved large wound where a .45 slug entered from right below the knee-cap and then exited over half-way down my clalf, turning my leg into a flabby mess a point-blank. Bullet barely missed by bone and just grazed by my artery. The doctor told me that if the bullet (a slug from a 45 Long Colt) had hit the artery, I would have died well before Emergency Services got to me. If it had it the bone he would had to have amputated.
Now, I am sure most readers will be thinking that I am an idiot and shouldn't be trusted with a firearm and am a fool menace at the range. And that is exactly the problem.
I was teased and ridiculed for months after my accident, especially by friends and family who are big into shooting. I felt like a fool and a jacka**.
However, that didn't stop me from going back to the thing I love doing. I had support from friends and family that knew better about me. Hell, a good friend was a Sheriff's deputy and had shot his hand while cleaning a pistol, so he knew all about it.
All it takes is the will to know that it will never happen again and to not let failure and misfortune force you to live in fear.


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