So it starts at home. Stand down. I dont own a gun.
I have been attacked. And afterwards I thought about it and decided. If in that situation again, I will think, react, resist, do my best, survive if I'm meant to. I'm no Rambo, no Annie Oaklie. I know that I'm not suited to that particular power. I continue to look for my strength and comfort elsewhere. Thats just me. Perhaps hard for some to understand, but I sleep better at night.
(Watch, I'll survive gun-play at McDonalds just to be hit by a bus, c'est la guerre.)