Tuesday, October 29, 2013



noun \ˈhyü-brəs\
: a great or foolish amount of pride or confidence

 A few years back, Diane and I returned home from an outing to find our oldest on the phone and the others looking quite frantic. We ask about what's going on and we are told that the girls saw someone prowling around outside of their window and our son was on with the 911 dispatcher.

I did what any normal Dad would do and grabbed my shotgun. I did have the presence of mind to tell the eldest to let the 911 operator know that I was going hunting, and if the cops ever did show up, I would prefer not being shot.

They, of course, told me to put the gun away. I then got on the phone and told them to never mind. I would rather deal with it myself than lock up my guns and hope that help got there in time. And I don't like being told that I shouldn't have my gun out when I am protecting my kids.

When the police finally did arrive, some time later, I had already figured out that no-one was there. At least not anymore. And I had already put my guns away.

I know the police don't like showing up where someone has a gun and I know they don't want to have to wonder who is the homeowner and who is the prowler, but I don't like just laying there hoping that help will come in time.

Who has the greater hubris here? Me, for thinking I can deal with it myself, or them, for thinking they will get to me in time to help?

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