I have known a lot of folks who own guns, some who carry legally, some illegally. I have never had a compelling reason to get one myself, but have had many compelling reasons not to. One of those compelling reasons not to was during my divorce when I might have killed my then wife if I knew how to load a clip into the gun she carried around in her purse. I have never been in a situation in my 59 years of life which would have turned out better if I had had a gun on me. I have never personally known a gun owner, with the possible exception of my late father, who got into less trouble with one than without one. I think my father may have been the exception to that because he never talked about it, never showed it to anybody, and never felt the need [as so many gun owners do] to brag about having one. I first found out he had one when I was a a teenager and he shot a cat which had gotten its paw caught under a door in our basement and went crazy trying to free itself. My dad popped the cat to keep it from getting loose and hurting anybody. He never encouraged or discouraged any of his six kids to get one. By the time I was an adult, I had forgotten he had one until I just happened to see it one day when he unlocked his glove compartment with me in the car. Owning a gun, in and of itself, is not a problem. It is, after all, just a tool. It is how people choose to use that tool which lead to problems. And, my perception, it is the rare person who has enough sense to own one responsibly.