Alex H. & Aramis M.

Topic: Gun rights

The Night of the Attempted Robbery

It was a cold night when my friend and I were walking down the street. My life flashed before my eyes. It was the night that we went to a restaurant together for a reunion! I haven't seen Fred since high school, and a lot has changed. The night started off with us eating a nice meal at Par la Rivière (By the River in French).

We decided to walk to a nearby gelato place that my friend had told me about a while ago. As we were walking, I heard a faint voice that said,”Put your hands up unless you want to get hurt.” Fred and I slowly turned around to find out that the guy had a gun. Soon enough, he demanded that we give him our wallets and anything else valuable that we had.

I turned my head slowly over to Fred, and he gave me a slight nod, as if he wanted me to just hand over everything like it was nothing. I pretended to get my wallet, when really I was pulling my gun from my holster. I demanded for the guy to put down his gun. Two loud bangs went off, and as I slowly looked up, I saw Fred on the floor with his hands around his head and the robber nowhere to be found.

Fred slowly stood up and turned to me. He gave me a sigh of relief.

“Thank God you had that gun, Rob,” Fred said gratefully. I took out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. After a few minutes, I heard sirens in the distance.

“Is that all, Rob?” asked the cop.

”Yes,” I replied.

”How did you know how to fire a gun, and not shoot him?!” asked the cop. He had a stunned expression on his face.

”I have been shooting since I was six years old, and I also took lessons on my aim with a handgun,” I replied quietly.

The cop smiled. “Wow! Your friend is sure lucky to know someone like you!”

I smiled back, and put my gun back on my holster. ”Thanks, but we are just lucky that we didn't die or loose our wallets,” I happily replied.