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i could I Could

I could be driving down the road and someone in another car pulls out a gun and starts taking potshots for fun and kills me.

I could take a wrong turn into the wrong neighborhood and be attacked by a gang who shoot my son to death.

I could be lying in my bed and a stranger breaks in the house ties me up and rapes me both before and after he kills me.

I could be hit by a truck.

I could have a stroke or a heart attack or cancer or all three.

I could get mad enough to think I could kill somebody.

I could never be the owner of a gun that was stolen during a burglary and then used to kill another person.

I could never be the person whose gun was found by children who killed each other accidentally.

I could never be the mother of a child who was depressed enough to consider suicide and shot himself before there was a chance for him to see that tomorrow is another day.

I could never be the woman whose loaded gun was found by the intruder before she even knew he was in the house, whose husband was killed with his own gun by that intruder, and who pretended to be dead to avoid being shot a second time.

I could never, no matter how mad I was, reach for a gun and kill somebody I loved in a fit of anger.

The reason I could never do such things is because there is no gun to reach for, and there never will be. Senseless murders and all sorts of tragedies happen, but the tragedies that occur in relation to firearms will never occur in relation to a firearm owned or kept by me.

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