Pepper Shot™ Tri-Pack - Self Defense Article

Nina had just accepted a big promotion, which meant a bigger paycheck, but a longer commute. Luckily, she lived in the city and commuted out to the suburbs, so she didn't get stuck in the crazy traffic that some of her friends had to endure every day.

One morning, she woke up extra early to get ready for an important staff meeting. Scooting down a side road at over seventy miles per hour, she noticed flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

"Ugh," she grunted. "One week into this job and I'm already getting a ticket."

Still too early for many of the gas stations to be open, she pulled into a lighted space on the side of the road. Under the lights, she noticed the police car was unmarked. A trooper got out of the vehicle and paced toward her.

She rolled down the window a little bit as he approached.

"Good morning, ma'am," he said. "Do you know how fast you were going through that thirty five mile an hour zone?"

Nina rolled her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, officer, but I don't know. How fast do you believe I was going?"

"Let's not worry about what I think, just yet," he said. "I'll need you to step out of the car, please, ma'am."

Nina thought it was strange that he hadn't asked for her license or registration. And when she took a longer look at him, now that her eyes were adjusting to the light, she noticed he wasn't wearing a uniform.

"Officer, could I just see your identification clearly, please?" she asked.

"Ma'am, I order you to get out of this car RIGHT NOW," he demanded.

Nina observed that he looked far too unkempt to be a real police officer. At the same moment, the man tried to reach in through Nina's car window. She reached up for her visor and pulled down her emergency canister of pepper spray.

Aiming right through the crack in the window, she nailed her attacker right in the eyes. As he stumbled into the road, she started up her car and sped up the highway. She found an open gas station a few miles up the road, where she called police.

They found her attacker stumbling through the woods not far from where Nina left him. It turns out he had been preying on women in the early morning hours for months, but hadn't been caught. Nina not only saved herself, she helped put a dangerous man behind bars.

It would be nice to believe that nothing will happen to you, but the reality of it is that an ounce of protection could be worth more than a pound of cure. What is Worth Protection to you? Your
belongings? Your family? Your personal well-being?