The 'Good Guy' with the Gun

I was a waitress in a pizza place during the summers when I was in college. I became friends with my co-workers, particularily with a sister and brother who worked there. Their brother used to come in for free pizza, as would mine--don't tell the boss! Their brother, like me, was a sophomore in college. He was looking forward to going back to school as he was going to be an RA that year. He loved his college, as I loved mine, and we both couldn't wait to get back to our "other" lives at school. Anyhow, we all became friends and used to hang out when we weren't working. We had a lot of fun together. I'll never forget the phone call one morning from the boss asking if I could come in to work. My co-workers were scheduled to work but were at the hospital with their brother, my friend. He had gone out dancing the night before--his favorite thing to do. On the way home he stopped at a bar where his buddy was a bartender. Near closing time, a robber came into the bar demanding the money in the cash register. The 'good guy' with a gun, an off-duty cop, pulled out his pistol and started shooting. My friend was caught in the crossfire. He wasn't killed, but that 19-year old who loved to dance was paralyzed for life. If the 'good guy with a gun' hadn't been in that bar, the terrified employees would have emptied the cash register for the robber. It's likely the bad guy would have taken the money and run. If the 'good guy with a gun' hadn't been in that bar, my friend might still be dancing today. A 'good guy' with a gun is simply another person with a gun.