So last night I'm in the kitchen carving up one of those rotisserie chickens from HEB while my wife is settling the kids into their high chairs and bringing in more groceries from the car. I'm concentrating on carving when I hear the front door open again with some force. I thought my wife was done with groceries and was back in the house, look up quickly and sure enough she is standing right there next to the kitchen table and has a puzzled look on her face while looking in direction of front door (which is blocked from our view by a wall separating kitchen from front entrance).
I yanked my tucked T-shirt up from over my Crossbreed Supertuck and pulled out my Glock 27 (first time I've done this other than practice with an empty gun - was encouraged how quickly I had the gun in my hand). Turned the corner with muzzle of gun leading the way and praying not to see some monster standing in our entry way. Door is wide open, no one is there. As soon as I step into the entry way ...
The cold WIND smacks me in the face blowing through the open door way like a wind tunnel and I hear my wife say "oh I'm sorry honey, I must not have shut the door all the way."
You did good. You displayed immediate situational awareness, assumed a threat was developing, and took appropriate steps to safeguard yourself, your property and your loved ones. I'm glad it was just the wind.
Diplomacy is the Art of Letting Someone Have Your Way
TSRA
Colt Gov't Model .380
"I am a Free Man, regardless of what set of 'rules' surround me. When I find them tolerable, I tolerate them. When I find them obnoxious, I ignore them. I remain free, because I know and understand that I alone bear full responsibility for everything I do, or chose not to do."
She was prouder when the toilet overflowed in our little two-story house in San Antonio right after we got married and I jumped out of the shower and ran down stairs naked and dripping wet to turn off the water valve near the wall under the comode because she "didn't know you could do that"
For years she called me "naked man to the rescue" and giggled.
“While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but when once they lose their virtue then will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.” ― Samuel Adams
I Thess 5:21
Disclaimer: IANAL, IANYL, IDNPOOTV, IDNSIAHIE and IANROFL
"There is no situation so bad that you can't make it worse." - Chris Hadfield, NASA ISS Astronaut
Only, the door blew open with a bang well after I went to sleep. The sound woke me, I grabbed my .45 Colt Commander, slid quietly out of bed and low crawled to the living room where I immediately understood what had happened.
I was chagrined at my lack of door closing skills, but relieved...
Sounds like you did everything right. Prepared, but not overly anxious. Going from condition yellow to orange rapidly is what it is about.
I had a similar situation a couple of weeks ago. We had just come in from eating dinner at a restaurant. I headed into the house, and my wife lagged behind, apparently getting something out of the car in the garage. I heard a thud that sounded like it came from the upstairs bedroom areas of the house. I immediately threw my shirt back and placed my hand on the butt of my pistol. I slipped around the corner and checked the front door, and it was secure. Back door was as well, with no signs of forced entry anywhere.
In evaluating the sound again, I realized my wife had shut the tailgate on our Suburban and for some reason it had resonated through the floor into the upstairs bedrooms over the garage. The point in the house where I was standing allowed me to hear the sound coming down the stairs instead of through the wall to the garage.
Keith
Texas LTC Instructor, Missouri CCW Instructor, NRA Certified Pistol, Rifle, Shotgun Instructor and RSO, NRA Life Member
