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So someone tried to break into my house thank goodness that is all the happened the outcome could be so much worse... and I am thankful it wasnt... but at the same time... I feel scared something will happen though... They may have not got in or took anything from my property but they did take something from me... they took the feeling that I am safe in my home... and I dont like it one bit... I have broke down crying I dont know how many times today... I have realized though that I can not let someone else dictate how I feel inside my home... So I have decided to get a gun... I am going to take classes and get my concealed weapons too... I have not ever shot a gun because I was scared because of a tramatic experience that happened when I was a kid I had a fear of guns... My Dad Farrell is an avid hunter and I have always had them around but when I was living at my parents home my dad would always let me know before he got the guns out of the gun cabnit so I could stay in my room... I never thought I would ever feel so unsafe I would need one... or want one... I have never wanted one in my house as an adult... but times change and I am not going to let someone control how I feel anywhere... so I am going to take the steps to feel safe again... until that day though... I am armed with a metal base ball bat...