It’s easier said than done.
I was robbed once, working at Circle K in North Idaho.
A guy came in at Halloween, wearing a mask, and carrying a 12 gauge shotgun.
My first thought was “that’s a weird Halloween consume,” then he walked behind the counter pushed the muzzle of the shotgun six inches from my stomach and said “Money.”
I was paralyzed with fear, I’d faced bad situations before, I was a security guard at Ski Schweitzer and I had to stop a lot of drunks from getting into their cars and driving home to Spokane, and one guy even lifted a monkey wrench above his head and tried to hit me with it.
None of those things scared me, but seeing that shotgun muzzle so close to my stomach completely floored me, I could barely get the cash drawer open I was shaking so badly.
All my friends told me how they would have knocked the muzzle aside, or charged the guy, or grabbed the gun out of his hands...but I told them until it actually happens, you have no idea what terror can do to shut a person down.
Now, obviously military guys are going to charge at a guy shooting people, but I suspect it’d be hard for your average Joe, (of which I’m one) to run directly at a guy who’s shooting and killing people.
I like to think that God would empower me to stop seomeon at a moment like that, but I will never forget how completely and absolutely fear shut me down when he walked up to me and stuck that shotgun in my stomach...
Ed
Ever heard of the little grandma lift a car to save a kid ?
How about Moses Speaking to the Rocks?
Same deal,
As Spiritual beings we have Power in
Our body’s And Voices.
We are Given Power to Tread on Serpents!
Christian Pacifists ,,,oxymoron.
Ed, again the situation you mention is different, if someone has the drop on you and it is one on one the choices you have are limited.
In the situation that you described I would probably hope I was wearing brown pants and that no one asked me afterwards to sit.
I myself have only had a gun pulled on me, one time, in the Philippines 30 something years ago, in a Jeepny... I was in the front seat the attacker was behind me, he kept hitting me with his revolver and I was just drunk enough to believe that I heard the cylinder flopping around and was so sloppy worn out and every time he hit me it just made me more sure that it probably wouldn’t even fire. Got to a point that I got tired of being pistol whipped ... I just grabbed the driver and jumped out the passenger side (used the driver as a skid plate) rolled a few times and ran down a hill through a Cemetery (which is now under about 8’ of Ash from Pinatubo) and I discovered that I was wrong, that junky ass pistol had at least enough left in it to fire off 1 round fired at me as I ran down the hill.
I never feared or was I worried about my safety before or after that, Self Policing is how Filipinos keep Government out of their lives.