Did My Gun Fail to Protect Me?
My name is Paul Burrows and I’m a businessman who is a licensed gun owner. Whenever I’m out there for business, I usually sport a Beretta, which is a semi-automatic pistol that I use for self defense. Since I acquired it I stayed with it for almost four year without using it. There are many days that I left the pistol at home because I figured out that it won’t be of much use. Such days, I saw no reason to carry it.
A horrifying attack
However, there are days that I couldn’t walk or drive around with it. Such was the first day that I used my gun for self-defense.
That day, while having breakfast with my family, I was not myself. There was a voice in me which told me that the day won’t end up well – maybe it was my instincts. Had I know what lay ahead of my day, I won’t have heeded to the instincts.
That day, I was supposed to take some cash to pay of casual workers at my fruit orchard to the tune of $20,000 dollars. That isn’t a lot of cash to carry around. There is time when I would carry even ten times the amount, though I refrained from that due to security reasons.
Trouble started when I veered off the highway and down to the off road leading towards the farm. As I drove down the 4 mile off road, there was this feeling in me that something was wrong. Anyhow, I still kept on the road. The worker had to get their pay on time and as usual I loved delivering on my promises.
After about a mile down the road, I noticed a back Sedan on my trail. I didn’t pay any particular attention to it. After driving for a couple hundred yards down, near a place where the road was so narrow such that two cars wouldn’t fit on the lane, I met a truck which seemed to have broken down. I slowed down while peeping through my window at the truck. I didn’t notice that the Sedan trailing me had also stopped and two guys dressed black alighted. I was about to ask the truck guys what had happened when I saw the two men from the side mirror.
I knew now the meaning of what was happening. The guys of the truck left what they were doing and too approached me. I wanted to get my gun but something told me that it won’t be of much help.
I was commanded to step down with my hands visible. I alighted and they went to frisk me taking the pistol with them. They took my cell phone too. Before I knew it, two men got into my car and reversed it. The other two went back to their cars – one in the Sedan and the other in the truck and they sped off but first after shooting me twice and leaving me to die. One shot went through my left shoulder and the other went for my stomach.
Luckily, someone saw what had happened and immediately called for help. By that time I was unconscious and remained so for 4 days. I never recovered my car nor the money and the thugs might still be at large today.