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My defining moment started the first time a trash can in my back yard got knocked over in the middle of the night and my dog, whom we had recently lost, was not there to bark and growl and snarl. I realized how much comfort my dog had given me, but I also realized how helpless I really was against any kind of an armed attacker(s). Even the dog could be shot.

I began to have nightmares of bad people doing horrible things and I was powerless to stop them.

My wife could not have been more adamant that there would be no guns in the house. One of her students had been killed by an unloaded gun whose trigger was pulled in jest by a friend playing a joke.

I decided that my peace of mind was more important and bought my first handgun, along with a gun vault for safe storage and fast access.

The rage my wife had when she found out I had a gun in the house has been unmatched in our many years. However, she has softened over time and now has a CHL of her own (and her own gun).