I don’t like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don’t like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second’s action would end everything. A few drops of desperation. – WINSTON CHURCHILL (1874-1965)
I like this quote. I am going to give a clear explanation as to why. Just as he says, he doesn’t want to temp himself to commit suicide… because in a moment of desperation and depression, he could make that horrible choice in a flash.
For myself personally, though I love to go shooting, I know I could NEVER own a gun, though I say I want one all the time. Why can’t I own one? Very simple… it puts an option before me that would not otherwise be before me. I know there are many ways to choose to die and that most women would choose a more gentle route (like overdosing), but I know I would never overdose, the thought terrifies me. I am in no way suicidal but wanted to touch on this point. I had heard of a story where a man owned a gun and kept it locked up… well, his suicidal teenage son knew how to get the gun and he committed suicide. The father was prosecuted for his sons death simply for having the gun available. Could you imagine the horror of losing your child like that and then to be prosecuted for his death? How unbelievably painful would that be?? It would kill me.
So, back to gun ownership for myself personally. I would love one for the sake of protection, but I could never ever have one. In the deepest of sorrows I would like to think that my children would keep me afloat, but I do not want to test that theory. A gunshot is instant, no turning back.
We have to keep our personal demons at bay, and that is one I choose to keep far, far away from me.
In sorrow and desperation, I want only my loved ones to hold onto. I want to clutch to hope. I do not want a readily available option to bow out. It is not in my destiny and I will not tempt fate.