One of OfficerResource.com’s citizen members shared with me several positive contacts he’s had with law enforcement. These are deadly serious stories involving an armed citizen defending himself and how law enforcement responded to him. -Xiphos

I have three stories. One funny, and two of them dead serious. I will save the funny one for last.

All three of these happened in the late 90s and I was kinda famous around here for a little while.

I used to manage a convenience store third shift, and company policy was you made the night drop (took the money to the bank) at five in the morning. I was making my night drop at the bank and this guy came out of the bushes and stabbed me in the back with a screwdriver. It turns out this was the dumbest Mexican in the world.

Every morning at 0500 all the beat cops met with their sergeant to have their reports checked. They met at the shopping center across the street from the bank. So when the guy stuck me, I was lying on the ground in the fetal position, wounded side to the ground and I shot the dude twice. Well, I had probably 25 cops on scene in less than 15 seconds. When you work third shift in a convenience store, you get to know all the cops on a first name basis and I was never so happy to see them.

The only reason that the guy who stuck me survived, is because the cops got there so quick. He ended up getting 10 years in the state pen and deported. I got stitches. The only reason he did not hit my kidney is because I am a fat ass. I also got a cool scar out of the whole thing.

The second incident happened a couple of months after the first. See why I was famous for a little while? In my state, you cannot buy beer on Sundays. This was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. A guy came into my store and walked back and got himself an 18 pack of Bud.

When he came walking back up to the front of the store I told him that I couldn’t sell beer on Sundays. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. I stepped back and to the side, pulled my gun and dropped him DRT right there. DRT is the acronym for the technical term, Dead Right There.

Well because of the first incident, we asked the county cops to drive us to the bank to make the night drop, and an officer who happened to be the husband of a coworker was walking in the door at the same time all this was going on. I screamed that the guy I shot was with the guys in the Lincoln in the parking lot. He hit his emergency button on his radio and proceeded to take them into custody. Neat thing that emergency button, you hit it and all the cops in the world show up. Out of thin air. Amazing.

Anyway, they were all super nice to me, and I always had a cop hanging with me at the store after that. The district attorney at the time couldn’t have been nicer either. The press, not so much. But the district attorney wrote them a letter and they issued a retraction.

Now for the funny story. It involves the cop in the second story whose named Ray, and took place at the location of the first story.

Ray was taking me to make my night drop. When we pulled up to the bank in the police car, there was a dude hanging around there. Well Ray wouldn’t let me out of the car until he identified and checked the guy. Turns out he had a murder warrant out of New York City and he didn’t want to be arrested.

So this guy was a big dude, and he starts fighting with Ray. Ray can’t get to his radio and hollers to me for help. So I get out of the car, get Ray’s pepper spray from his belt, and spray them both down from head to toe. The guy lets go of Ray and stands up. I kick him in the junk, and he goes back down. Ray calls for backup on his radio and gets the guy in handcuffs.

Turns out that all Ray wanted me to do was call for help from the radio in the car.

To this day, he still teases me for that.

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