Byl Laprovik
Aug 5th, 2006, 01:27:27 AM
Being somebody that owns firearms at least partly for self defense reasons, as well as being a CCW, I've given a lot of thought to the possibility of being in a situation in which I use lethal force in my defense, with the result ending in another person's death.
Now, I'm completely behind the school of thought that it's a good idea to defend your life with the best means available, and that calls for a firearm. That being said, I've always worried about the situation I would be in following the hypothetical killing of somebody else in self defense. What I've come up with is a really bleak outlook for myself, even if I survive the encounter.
A little background here:
About ten years ago, I lost a very close friend of mine to murder. He was music director at our church (within walking distance of my house) and one morning, he stopped by the church before meeting with a group of friends to travel to a Promise Keepers rally in Washington DC.
Inside the church, he stumbled upon some crackhead breaking into a vending machine to get the quarters inside. My friend turned and ran. The other man pulled a revolver and emptied it into my friend's back as he fled, killing him.
This utterly devastated me. For anybody who hasn't lost somebody to a murder, the best way I can describe it is that it's a grief beyond losing somebody to something like illness or an auto accident. I've lost friends and loved ones to both, but there's some kind of universal rhyme and reason to both of those. Somebody killing somebody else trumps it all for me. I can't hack it, and it almost killed me when I had to deal with it. I locked myself in my room. I didn't eat, I didn't talk to anybody. I went for a year without giving a damn about myself, and I completely entertained the idea of wasting my life, whether it meant driving my car off a bridge or playing with matches, etc. It took a hell of a long time for me to give a damn whether I lived or died after that. I remember my first year in college, and I was still dealing with the aftermath, and I tried to drink myself to death. A marine buddy of mine sat with me and kept me from drowning on myself, and I spilled my guts to him about the whole thing. The disclosure was a good thing, but having somebody there to keep me sane was even better. That was just a taste of it for me.
I ask myself now, how would I react in the aftermath of taking a life. Lets forget the legal issues. I will probably have to spend a lot of money in my defense, and I will have to answer a lot of questions, and deal with lots of nuissance issues. Whatever. This isn't as much of a concern to me, since I'm aware of these things and they're quantifiable.
My problem is, how do I deal with taking another person's life, after all is said and done, and after I'm possibly cleared of wrongdoing? I don't have an answer for this, and that kind of scares me. Yes, I can appreciate that I may act in self defense, and may be completely in the right, but there's still a part of me that I don't think can get over this. I'm worried that at the very least, I'm going to need a lot of therapy, and at the worst, I'm going to fall into the kind of depression I can't ever get out of. I wonder at times if its worth saving my own butt if I have to live with this kind of burden?
Am I just crazy? I've really tried to rationalize this ever since I've started carrying, but I can't convince myself I'll be even close to okay if this happens.
Now, I'm completely behind the school of thought that it's a good idea to defend your life with the best means available, and that calls for a firearm. That being said, I've always worried about the situation I would be in following the hypothetical killing of somebody else in self defense. What I've come up with is a really bleak outlook for myself, even if I survive the encounter.
A little background here:
About ten years ago, I lost a very close friend of mine to murder. He was music director at our church (within walking distance of my house) and one morning, he stopped by the church before meeting with a group of friends to travel to a Promise Keepers rally in Washington DC.
Inside the church, he stumbled upon some crackhead breaking into a vending machine to get the quarters inside. My friend turned and ran. The other man pulled a revolver and emptied it into my friend's back as he fled, killing him.
This utterly devastated me. For anybody who hasn't lost somebody to a murder, the best way I can describe it is that it's a grief beyond losing somebody to something like illness or an auto accident. I've lost friends and loved ones to both, but there's some kind of universal rhyme and reason to both of those. Somebody killing somebody else trumps it all for me. I can't hack it, and it almost killed me when I had to deal with it. I locked myself in my room. I didn't eat, I didn't talk to anybody. I went for a year without giving a damn about myself, and I completely entertained the idea of wasting my life, whether it meant driving my car off a bridge or playing with matches, etc. It took a hell of a long time for me to give a damn whether I lived or died after that. I remember my first year in college, and I was still dealing with the aftermath, and I tried to drink myself to death. A marine buddy of mine sat with me and kept me from drowning on myself, and I spilled my guts to him about the whole thing. The disclosure was a good thing, but having somebody there to keep me sane was even better. That was just a taste of it for me.
I ask myself now, how would I react in the aftermath of taking a life. Lets forget the legal issues. I will probably have to spend a lot of money in my defense, and I will have to answer a lot of questions, and deal with lots of nuissance issues. Whatever. This isn't as much of a concern to me, since I'm aware of these things and they're quantifiable.
My problem is, how do I deal with taking another person's life, after all is said and done, and after I'm possibly cleared of wrongdoing? I don't have an answer for this, and that kind of scares me. Yes, I can appreciate that I may act in self defense, and may be completely in the right, but there's still a part of me that I don't think can get over this. I'm worried that at the very least, I'm going to need a lot of therapy, and at the worst, I'm going to fall into the kind of depression I can't ever get out of. I wonder at times if its worth saving my own butt if I have to live with this kind of burden?
Am I just crazy? I've really tried to rationalize this ever since I've started carrying, but I can't convince myself I'll be even close to okay if this happens.