When I very first started out on my journey, I didn’t know anyone who knew about guns. I knew a lot of military people, but they were not gun folks and I had no idea where to go to find information. I needed a holster for my first Conceal Carry For Self Defense Class, so I think I ended up going to Gander Mountain, but there was nothing for a lefty. I am pretty sure it was there that the salesman told me about an upcoming gun show. He suggested I try looking there for a holster. It was at that gun show I met My Glock Guy.
I actually call him My Glock Guy. That is how he is listed in my contacts. He was really the very first Gunnie I ever met and he was the very first one that gave me a glimpse into the character of the people that make up this community. He is exactly who I am talking about in my Open Letter.
He is one of those individuals that says what he means and means what he says. He told me I could count on him to help me and he has never let me down. As he helped me learn about my Glock, we developed a friendship. He and his lovely gal have come to our house for dinner. We send texts of silliness. I email him when I have a Glock issue. He calls me when it’s midnight and he has had a bit too much jack and coke. Those are fun! For the most part our relationship has been light-hearted and carefree, but recently that changed.
About a month ago, he called me to tell me he had prostate cancer and it was bad. The cancer is pretty aggressive, so an aggressive form of action is required. In a few weeks he will be going into surgery and I am asking all of you to join me in sending him words of encouragement, good thoughts and if you are the praying kind, prayers, lots and lots of prayers.
I’m sending lots of prayers for our glock guy.
Awesome! Well said North! Thank you!
Oh my, that sounds awful. Tell him he is in my prayers.
Much appreciated!
he will be in our prayers, too…and i truly believe that prayers really do work!
your friend,
kymber
me too kymbe. thank you.
Prayers from me as well. Praying for a successful surgery, and a complete recovery. Kick cancer’s ass!
2A Mama – a cancer co-survivor since 2010
Wow, I did not know that! Goods for you and yes let’s kick cancer’s ass!
Consider it done.
So knd. Thank you
You got it!
It means a lot. I know you are a dedicated prayer warrior! Thank you!
Done!
Ahh, thank you Keads!
Ditto !
Hi David! Thank you very much!!
Thoughts and prayers sent.
You’re the BEST, thanks!
“He is one of those individuals that says what he means and means what he says”
I like people like that. My prayers and best wishes for a positive and speedy recovery. *hug*
Me too and not everyone is like that. Mi am spoiled, I have lots of high character folks in my life, but I have also had some posers…lol
Thank you!
You’ve only but to ask. He’ll be in my prayers!
Yeah, I knew you would. You are wonderful like that. Thank you!
Done.
gfa
Thank you so much!
I want to take a moment to thank everyone for their prayers, support, and encouragement. I especially want to thank AGaHG for thinking enough of me and our relationship to post this. Thank you!
When AGaHG asked if I was ok with this post, I was flattered but also hopeful that by doing so maybe some guy reading this might think about getting his PSA checked. I’m a 36yo guy and the last thing I expected my Doc to tell me was a abnormal blood result was my PSA level. And its been a process to say the least….and during the process they kept telling me “it’s highly unlikely it’s cancer” “you’d have better chances of winning the lottery than having cancer at 35(then)”. Well I won the cancer lottery. So it just goes to show…that you never know.
I’m going to be fine in the end (insert joke) and with God on my side….who or what can defeat this Glock Guy?…except maybe A Girl and Her Glock…err I mean Gun lol
God Bless y’all, Thank You, and warm barrel Regards!
Her Glock Guy
“Sic semper evello mortem Tyrannis!”
I love you.
Truly shocking. It really hits me since I’m in the same age bracket. Sending prayers.
Thank you!
I wish the best for you, Glock guy!
I want to post a poem -in spanish, I know- but its a good one for you.
No te des por vencido, ni aún vencido,
no te sientas esclavo, ni aún esclavo;
trémulo de pavor, piénsate bravo,
y acomete feroz, ya mal herido.
Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido
que ya viejo y ruin, vuelve a ser clavo;
no la cobarde estupidez del pavo
que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido.
Procede como Dios que nunca llora;
o como Lucifer, que nunca reza;
o como el robledal, cuya grandeza
necesita del agua, y no la implora…
Que muerda y vocifere vengadora,
ya rodando en el polvo, tu cabeza !
I dont have the hability to translate a poem -my english its very weak, as you can see-…but I promise its a good one! You maybe have a spanish spoken friend who can help…
PabloM
PabloM, thank you. One of my daughter’s best friends is Hispanic and bilingual, so I can get this translated easily. Thank you!
From translate.google.com:
Do not give up, or even expired,
do not be slave, not even a slave;
trembling with fear, piénsate brave,
and rushes fierce, and badly wounded.
Have the tenacity of rusty nail
that was old and shabby, returns to nail;
not the craven stupidity of turkey
that subsides plumage the first sound.
Proceed as God who never cries;
or Lucifer, who never reads;
or as the oak, whose greatness
needs water, not begging …
To bite and avenging thunders,
and rolling in the dust, your head!
Several other versions, from other translators (these from http://www.spanishdict.com):
You do not give up, not even expired,
Don’t be slave, or even slave;
quivering in fear, thinking you bravo,
and you undertake fierce, already badly wounded.
Note the determination of the Moldy nail
that already old and ruin, returns to be clove;
not the cowardly stupidity of Turkey
that it abates its plumage to the first noise.
It comes as the God who never cries;
or as Lucifer, which never reads;
or as el robledal, whose greatness
It needs water, and not her implores…
He is beaten and vocifere vengeful,
already rolling in the dust, your head!
*****
But don’t give up, not even expired,
Don’t feel slave, nor even slave;
Into tremulous acts of fright, outstanding location than you should consider bravo,
Hablar and fierce, already badly injured.
The perseverance of the Ten nail moldy
That old and vicious, returns to be nail;
Not the cowardly stupidity of turkey
That continues unabated its plumage to the first noise.
Originates as the God who never cries;
Or as Lucifer, who never reads;
Or as the Robledal, whose greatness
You need the water, and not the cries …
That bite and many children backtalk vengeful,
Already rolling in the dust, your head !
*****
Do not give up, not still defeated,
feel(sit down) neither slave, nor still slave;
tremulous of dread, think you bravely,
and fierce, already bad injured man attacks.
Have the firmness of the rusty nail
that already old and mean, it is a nail again;
not the cowardly stupidity of the turkey
that its plumage abates to the first noise.
It proceeds like God who never cries;
or like Lucifer, which never prays;
or like the oak grove, which nobility
he(she) needs the water, and does not beg it…
That bites and avenger shouts,
already rolling in the dust, your head!
Thank you for translating that with goggle!
I think this last one its the best. A very inspiring poem…
PabloM
Do not give up, not still defeated,
feel(sit down) neither slave, nor still slave;
tremulous of dread, think you bravely,
and fierce, already bad injured man attacks.
Have the firmness of the rusty nail
that already old and mean, it is a nail again;
not the cowardly stupidity of the turkey
that its plumage abates to the first noise.
It proceeds like God who never cries;
or like Lucifer, which never prays;
or like the oak grove, which nobility
he(she) needs the water, and does not beg it…
That bites and avenger shouts,
already rolling in the dust, your head!
I agree. It is inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing it with us!
Prayers sent.