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Then There Was This Time When I Was Held at Gunpoint

Updated on May 10, 2015

Life and time slowly passes by.

It's nothing short of amazing what will run through a person's head when they are staring into the face of a dangerous firearm. You begin, without being told, to question your own destiny as well as your mortality. And nothing anyone says makes any sense or makes you feel better.

It's as scary as standing perfectly-still in the middle of a trail in the woods watiing for a coiled rattler to strike. Time slows down considerably. And you are powerless to do anything heroic. Firearms have no heart or soul. No amount of pleading can help you. Even the good deeds and moral life you've led are of no use to you now.

What I will do for a hub.

For the purpose of this story, I put myself in the precarious place of someone holding a gun on me while they robbed my birdhouse shop which has a considerable amount of tools and things that could be fenced for a pocketful of cash. It wasn't easy, my friends. More than once I thought about changing the plot of this story, but by doing that, I would have dishonored myself in always finishing what I start.

So for a few moments, you can peruse the things I thought about while looking down the barrel of this firearm that I never got the caliber or name for those facts didn't matter that much.

Look. An armed robber wearing a CSI sweat shirt.

Terrorist holds hostage with firearm.
Terrorist holds hostage with firearm. | Source
Innocent citizen being harassed by men with guns.
Innocent citizen being harassed by men with guns. | Source
Even in the Old West, outlaws used guns to get their way.
Even in the Old West, outlaws used guns to get their way. | Source
See the fear in the hostage's eyes at knowing that a gun is being held on him?
See the fear in the hostage's eyes at knowing that a gun is being held on him? | Source

"Do I have a bulls eye on my forehead?"

"Do I have a big sign in front of my shop that reads, "Armed Robbers Welcome."

"Why is this thief's hand shaking? That can be bad or good."

"Maybe he's a young armed robber and now afraid of being arrested."

"Sure is hot out here. Sweat is pouring off my neck."

"Wish his partner would hurry up. I got three big orders to fill."

"I pray to God that this gun will misfire."

"Incidentally, this gun looks older than most."

"Come to think of it, I am getting hungry. I wonder if I have any hotdogs in the refrigerator?"

"Heyyy, look. A neighbor driving by. Heyyyyy! Look up this way."

"Doofus! Any other time he would have broken his neck trying to find out what I'm doing."

"Wonder if I might start-up a conversation with this robber?"

"On second thought, he did say to not open my mouth."

"Wonder what God really looks like?"

"I feel something crawling up my leg. I hope that it's not a tick."

"What a time to have to use the bathroom."

"Reckon this guy would like my impression of Sylvester Stallone? Adr--ian! Adr--ian! Hey, I still got it."

"We've stood here now going on half an hour. What's his partner doing?"

"Whewww! He took his gun down and now checking on his partner."

"That's funny. His partner fell asleep in my birdhouse shop."

"That was an interesting 28 minutes."

Notice to Readers:

This piece is intended for humorous uses only. I do not condone the use of firearms in any way except for the defense of one's family, home or possessions.

That is the only reason. Guns are not toys nor designed to be used in a childish, amateur fashion.


A taste of real life.

This criminal is holding this woman at gunpoint.
This criminal is holding this woman at gunpoint.


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    • ESPeck1919 profile image

      ESPeck1919 2 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

      Very compelling topic.

      When I was a teenager, there was a predator loose in my area who kidnapped girls who looked as young as I did, and did who knows what to them. One day, I was walking not far from my home, when I came across a car parked by the side of the street. I kept my distance as I passed, because I was taught how easy it is to drag someone as small as I am into a car from an early age, but when I got in front of it, the driver honked the horn, motioned me over and pointed what looked like a gun at me when I refused.

      Don't think I've ever run so fast in my life. Don't know if it was the same guy, but I sure wasn't going to find out the hard way.

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      MizBejabbers 2 years ago

      All I could think of was, I think he's going to shoot me. Who is going to raise our kids with me dead and him in prison. It wasn't funny. That's one reason our marriage didn't last. Pretty good one, don't you think.

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      Rebecca Mealey 2 years ago from Northeastern Georgia, USA

      I have often thought about this sort of thing happening, and how I would react. Good topic, good read!

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      Kiss andTales 2 years ago

      Kenneth I could not scroll past the title it certainly caught my attention with your photo, As always you have such a good talent for writing, and you help your readers to visualize the experience, unique I have to say. This is scary , I try to relate your stories and hubs to something that I can see what you are saying, in this case I can . Short story young pregnant ready any day for delivering, ,I need to cash a check to go shopping , goes into my bank stands in line and two uniform gunman races I n the bank from the back door with these silver shiny guns and mask saying nobody moves! Nobody did not accept some one walking in the front door not knowing what they walked into. SCARY

      I had my child some days later a boy!

      I do not do buisness with banks on certain days to this day. Your story was a true experience even though I did not face the barrel it sure felt like it. Thank for another good hub !

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      Akriti Mattu 2 years ago from Shimla, India

      How did you think of a topic like this to write about . Very well written :)