My passive attitude changed dramatically on an especially cold January night in 2005.
My wife was 6 weeks away from delivering my daughter and was having cravings for Tropigrill chicken and black beans and rice. I obediently headed out after a long day of decorating the nursery.
As I left my car and headed down the dark path to our old condo, I had a gun pointed in my face, was robbed, and spilled two combo meals all over the grass.
I remember my wife thinking my priorities were a little screwed up when I went for a gun before finishing picking out the bear borders for the nursery early the next morning.
Delivery day is always special, but I felt a little lucky to be there.
I live in a safer place now. MUCH safer.
Took the internal lock out since taking the pic, but I'd forget my car keys before my Smith snubbie.
