Good People Can Get Mad, Too…

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Good People Can Get Mad, Too…


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


My eyes opened, I lay still listening. I realized I was frozen into place by fear. The light from the television shone on me … I had fallen asleep on the couch earlier that evening. I heard it again…


Footsteps on the gravel outside … the windows were open. Someone was looking in at me… I was terrified. I stayed still as I decided what to do.


I knew I had to act fast but, I was so afraid. Before I realized what I was doing, I was up like lightening! I ran to the bedroom for the gun. I had my own .22 rifle sitting in the closet. Once my hands were on it, I knew I was going to be all right. Thankfully, the curtains were pulled together…..


I began to tiptoe toward the window, I pulled the curtain back only slightly… I didn’t see anyone. I could feel pounding in my ears from the fear I felt…. then… I heard footsteps close to the house… oh my God. I prayed that I wouldn’t have to hurt someone to keep them from hurting me. I knew that I would do what I had to do, to protect myself.


I was young, only nineteen. I was very pretty, and men paid a lot of attention to me. Sometimes they would stop by with the excuse to see my husband… they would always try to give me a message with their eyes… I would look away. I was faithful in my marriage… sadly, my first husband wasn’t.


My mind was working… I was backed into a corner by fear. I had to do something instead of staying in this limbo. I was going to do something wild! I began running quietly up the hall, I went straight for the front door, opened it quickly and…. slung the storm door open…


I pointed the gun straight up in the air, began shooting! As I began shooting, the storm door slammed back on me… the bullets shattered the glass! I slammed the wooden door closed, locked it. I ran quietly back to the bedroom… this is where I was taking my stand to … fight, if needed.


I waited… forever, it seemed. I heard a car drive up the driveway! Up the driveway…. shouldn’t someone be driving ‘down’ the driveway? It didn’t make sense… the fear was taking my breath away… I waited.


Someone began knocking at the front door! I was so afraid…. I peeped out the window… oh my God! That was a deputy sheriff‘s car that had driven up the driveway. Did I shoot someone when I shot out the front door? Would a deputy come that quick? I ran to the door, opened it.


When I opened the door, the deputy could see that I was frantic with fear. I told him I was so glad to see him, that someone was just outside. He took his flashlight to look around. He found nothing.


He asked me how did the storm door glass become broken. I told him that I had shot straight up in the air when the door slammed back on me, shattering the glass. He began laughing… when he did, I began to relax. It really was funny… only tomorrow, it wouldn’t be so funny when I had to tell my husband what I did. That meant money to be spent on replacing the glass… ‘if’ it got replaced. He’d probably be .. pissed off…


The deputy stayed for a while talking to me… when he left, I wasn’t afraid anymore. For the rest of the night, that gun stayed beside me. I don’t like guns, but… if had to be, I would have used it. I didn’t want to hurt anyone… but, if they would hurt ‘me’… I would fight back. I didn’t live in Hell for nothing… I did learn some tricks… to survive. I was a fighter… to the end, if I had to be… I would win… I wanted to live.


I lived there for fourteen years… that many miles from the nearest town…. fourteen miles. I got my divorce, went my way to travel down other roads… some good, some bad…. I always came back to the ‘good’ roads. I learned many of life’s lessons the hard way… but, thankfully… I learned. If I hadn’t, there’s no telling the person I would have become…. it wouldn’t have been good, that’s for sure. Oh… if I’d continued to go on to be ‘bad’… my enemies would have had some ‘bad’ days. Some did, anyway. Good people can get mad, too. :)))


9 thoughts on “Good People Can Get Mad, Too…

    • As a very young girl who’d never been away from people, always lived in town….. it was terrifying. It wasn’t the only time… there were many other scary things ‘back then’. I was left alone for long periods of time. :)))

  1. Remind me to call ahead if I ever have chance to visit! πŸ™‚

    We’re not allowed guns here, so only the armed response units and the bad guys have them.

    So far I’ve only been held at knife point once (I told him to put it away or I’d make him eat it) and gunpoint once (I called him a tosser and ignored him) and the Police actually showed up!

    We have a big problem with the Police being too busy to show up unless it’s really serious and we can’t call 999 unless a life is at risk, having to use the none emergency number which takes ages to get an answer…

    Love, hugs and thanks for the visit! πŸ™‚


    • Hi Prenin,

      This happened many years ago to a young, frightened girl (me!)… who never had been left alone in her life.. I married too young, was left alone in the countryside fourteen miles from any town… I’d never been out of town where I’d always lived. I’d never seen a cow excepting in a book. :))) I was so afraid…. :)))

      I can say the police here, do show up very quickly. :))) You wouldn’t have to be afraid to visit us, ha! We are good people!

      I enjoyed seeing your comment! I will keep visiting your blog, hope to see you here, too! :)))

  2. I’m glad you were safe. That is one traumatic, scary event. Wow, you are actually brave witha gun and all. You did what you think was right and became a better person after the experience. And yes, we all get mad…unless we are saints right?

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