My wife and I are in our sixties, and I can’t take a punch like I used to. So we have a simple rule that applies to all the little Trayvons, Micheal Browns or any other thug of any ethnicity out there: assault me of my wife and we will kill you. Without hesitation, mercy or remorse. When you started the fight, you left your “civil rights” in your other pants. We have no obligation to submit to what at our age could be a fatal beating. So our choice is a simple one: we live, you die.
And yes, we never go anywhere unarmed, and our training is such that we are always alert. As our Si Gong taught us, trouble can come from anywhere at any time. Common sense says that you do all that you can to avoid trouble. But when trouble comes looking for you, and you cannot simply walk away, then the rules of engagement have changed: there aren’t any.
“when trouble comes looking for you, and you cannot simply walk away”
I’ve heard it said that if someone wants to borrow money, you can refuse, but if they really want to fight, you’ll have to oblige them.
The summary there is “too old to take a beating, too young to die.”
I’m a little younger, but I couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.
Excellent.
I hear you.
I’m 64 and a cancer patient, and my wife is a semi-invalid (she’s ambulatory but is wholly dependent on forced oxygen). I carry everywhere it is legal to do so. We don’t go anywhere I can’t carry, except for when I go to work (gun-free zone).
I see any physical threat to us as lethal, so I will respond accordingly. Any kind of punch will do in my wife, and a half-way good one will put me under.