You may have seen this woman’s story on the news or read about her in the paper or you might recognize her from her INK Commercial.
To my knowledge she has nothing to do with guns and I certainly do not know her personally, but I love her story because it is a story of a woman who refused to be a victim and refused to give up.
Often times when we in the gun/self defense community talk about not being a victim we are referring to actually being attacked or physically harmed, but as I journeyed to gun ownership I found my biggest obstetrical was my own mind. I have written about that many times in older post, but it bares repeating.
People who succeed in life have a mindset of never giving up. Of never letting anything stand in their way and not letting anyone victimize them. That does not mean they do not get hurt, or stumble or that they don’t ever doubt or struggle, but it means they will keep going no matter what. That they will fight and if they have to, they will most certainly get Mean, I Mean Plum Mad Dog Mean.
I think I have that mindset, but I didn’t know it I did. When I got scared, I freaked and retreated. For me it was a fine line between giving in to fear, allowing myself to be terrorized by the idea of what could have happened to me and having the courage to fight. Not just to avoid being harmed physically, but to have peace and joy. To have control over my thoughts.
I was lucky because I had all the right people in my path. As I searched myself and all around me, I found kind, strong, knowledgeable people who, many without knowing, gave me all the tools I needed to not only avoid becoming a life long victim, but also to thrive and smile in the face of the man who tried to take that from me. Metaphorically speaking of course.
I think you all might enjoy this short article on this woman because she is a fighter, her food looks insanely good and she has a potty mouth. I have found that gun folks have potty mouths. I have developed a new appreciation for the “F” word since becoming a girl with a gun. I am not sure I will start using it, but now when I hear it or read it, I kind of giggle and smile. In a strange way, it gives me a little joy.
Hope you get a little something from her spirit.