Hat tip to The Blaze.
A college student is abducted and raped. She later manages to escape by leaping from the rapist's moving vehicle. With nowhere else to go, she pounds on the door of a house in which a 14 year-old boy is home watching his younger sister.
No doubt under strict orders from his parents to keep the door locked and to open it only for family members or emergency service personnel, the young man, after hearing the fear-ridden pleas of the victim, goes with his gut and lets her in.
She could easily have been a criminal herself, but his instinct to help others in need overrode his fear for his own and his sister's life.
What he saw would turn the stomach of even the most hardened sex crimes detective:
"The woman was an alarming sight. She had clear packing tape wrapped around her body. There were bruises on her face. She was cradling one of her arms, which she said was broken after she leaped from the vehicle as Ramsey was driving down South Mission."
Sure enough, the piece of garbage was close behind in his car.
James went to his bedroom and grabbed the one weapon he has — a hunting knife. He pulled his Labrador retriever by the collar into the bathroom and closed the door, which has no lock. James turned the lights off, so if Ramsey got inside, he might pass by the bathroom and look for them in another room first.
“Let me in or I’ll kill you,” Ramsey kept shouting.
There they were — a rape victim, a dog too friendly to offer much protection and three frightened children, hiding in the dark, convinced they were about to die at the hands of the man trying to get inside. And the only thing that stood between them and him was a 5-foot-8, 142-pound 14-year-old boy holding a small knife."
Unwilling to let the terror he had to have felt get the best of him, he refused to open the door. The victim called 911 and the brave young man called his father.
The father arrived to find that gasoline had been poured around the house and lit on fire. Fortunately, the rapist had driven away by the time Dad got to the house.
"It was at that moment that the terrified father pulled up, throwing himself on the flames, attempting to extinguish what he could before it got out of control. Knowing it was a losing battle, James Persyn Jr. tried to get in the house, realizing too late that the doors were locked and he didn’t have his keys.
As fate would have it, that’s when the police came, mistaking the father for the criminal.
“I’m the dad! I’m the dad!” he yelled as a police officer ran at him, gun drawn."
".......The other day, the president and the vice president announced their plans to curb gun violence in the wake of the shooting in Newtown, Conn. I agree with all of their measures. But I believe they should be bolder and stop walking on eggshells about what to do with people like me and those not even close to being like me but still labeled with the crazy term “mentally ill.” The executive actions the president signed to increase access and treatment are all good, although the experts will struggle with confidentiality and privacy issues.
But since most people like me are more likely to harm ourselves than to turn into mass-murdering monsters, our leaders should do more to keep us safe from ourselves.
Please take away my Second Amendment right. Do more to help us protect ourselves because what’s most likely to wake me in the early hours isn’t a man’s body slamming at my door but depression, that raven, tapping, rapping, banging for relief.
I have a better chance of surviving if I never have the option of being able to pull the trigger."