This coming weekend I’m taking a CHL class. Before taking the class I needed to go to the range and practice the targets.
I should have completed the class a while ago but fear stood in the way because someone tried to take my life with the very thing I’m going to get a license for-a gun.
A friend was supposed to go with me to the range but for reasons unknown to me he didn’t show. After sitting in the parking lot for fifty-five minutes I had to leave for another appointment I couldn’t miss so I headed out.
Now comes the dilemma-when can I get back to the range to practice before the class this weekend. After my appointment was over I googled Eagles and found they were open until 9 pm. I prayed and enlisted God’s guidance and made my way back there again. I had been there before but never alone so I was nervous. I was met with friendly faces who were eager to help me get registered and a nice gentleman who attended to my needs on the inside.
The biggest thing that unnerved me was the sound of the guns firing. I’d jump every time I heard someone shoot but I stood against the fear I felt until it left. Every time I pulled the trigger I closed my eyes and I couldn’t tell if I hit the target or not. After becoming aware of what I was doing I had to make myself keep my eyes open. By that time I’d fired fifty rounds and it was time to go. While practicing I only jammed the gun twice. The nice man got me out of those jams.
All year things from my past have been popping up for me to deal with. So now was the time for my fear about my life almost being taken from me to be absolved. Today no more fear concerning that lives here. That journey was mine alone and no one else could help me.
I will attend the class, pass the test and get my license.