The transcript below is from the video “People Who Killed In Self-Defense Explain Why They Did It – AskReddit” by Radio TTS.

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No.1: Armored Truck Driver Robbed

I worked for an armed messenger service (those guys that drop off cash and pick up deposits from bank and businesses in armored trucks). It was not even 10 a.m. and as I was opening the door to the truck, I saw a huge guy-I’m not tiny, I’m over 6ft and well-proportioned- in the mirror. He got out of the car and ran towards me. He put me in a choke-hold and started grabbing for my gun. He manhandled me like I weighed nothing. He would have easily gotten the gun if it wasn’t a L3 holster. I managed to draw it, press it against him and started pulling the trigger before I blacked out. I have no idea what he would have done if he got the gun and I’m not used to just being tossed around like that. He turned out to be a blind drunk and played for a college football team.

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No. 2: Mounted & Being Choked to Death by Boyfriend

I was with an abusive ex who would come home drunk every night. One night, we had a fight because I had my phone on vibrate and that obviously meant I was sleeping with other people behind his back. He left for a while and came home drunker than I’d ever seen him. He wasn’t making coherent sentences, but he lunged at me and wrapped his hands around my neck and sat on my chest. I thought I was going to die. I had done some Brazilian Jiu-jitsu when I was younger, so I managed to pull my legs up under his crotch and then with everything I had. I pushed him off me. He hit his head on the sharp corner of the table we had in the living room and went still. I figured he had been knocked out, so I went outside and called the police. I was going to put his butt in jail. I had the deepest purple bruises in perfect fingerprint form around my neck; he would’ve gone to jail. I smoked a cigarette outside and walked back in after I’ve calmed my nerves just to make sure he wasn’t awake and coming for me. He had a huge pool of blood under him. It was almost black looking, so I stood there trying to figure out what the hell I was looking at. Put two and two together and the rest is history-years of therapy, self-defense plea open and shut.

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No.3: A Rapist vs. a Young Boy with a Rock

I was back at my home country during a civil war. Some people started going to random villages and draft males were used as soldiers. They eventually came to our house and took me – a 12 year old, and my brother – a 10 year old. It was a few hours drive until we eventually reached a checkpoint where we would be stationed. Them being animals, one of the commanders took me and my brother to an abandoned building close to that check point and took off his gear. He was trying to rape my brother. I was scared and in panic, I grabbed a decent sized rock and hit him in the back of the head before he can do anything to my brother. He fell and I got on top of him and smashed his face over and over with the rock until it was caved in. My brother and I then ran from that abandoned spot through some mountains and kept running until we reached a city nearby. We went to a nearby mosque to wash the blood off us and told the Sheikh in that area to help us. To our luck, he was a decent human being and returned us back to our village. A few years later, we moved to the U.S.. My brother killed himself two years ago and I’m still in school. Neither I nor my brother told anyone about what happened in that spot, all they know is that we escaped.

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No.4: A Boys Aunt Threatened With A Knife

I want to comment on this to get this off my chest since I don’t have the opportunity to talk about this to my friends as I’m scared of what they’ll think. I was born in Honduras (I live in the U.S. now) and from what I remember, it was a very deserted place. I spend most of my time walking to this girl’s house who was around 16 years old. A couple other kids would come to her house since education was hardly accessible. She would teach us our shapes, animal, colors etc. After “class” was over, I went home and I heard my aunt scream from the kitchen. “Ayuda, ayuda!” I remembered that my uncle kept a gun hidden, covered in rocks beside an old bathtub. He knew how dangerous it could be in this area, so he prepared me for everything. I went around the back and grabbed it as fast as I could. I went in and there stood a man with a knife, threatening my aunt. I didn’t really grasp what was happening, but I shot him without any second guesses like I was taught by my uncle. I honestly still don’t believe I did something like that to this day. I don’t know what would’ve happened to my aunt if I didn’t get there sooner. I still don’t feel comfortable talking about it to my friends, but I just want to get it off my chest.

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No.5: A Crazed Attacker Inside The Home

My wife and I were awakened in the middle of the night by someone banging on our sliding glass door on the porch. I turned on the outdoor lights and saw a shirtless man pacing back and forth, smacking the glass hard with his palms. As soon as he saw me in the light, he went berserk and smashed against the door even harder, trying to open the door or lift it off the tracks to get in. I shouted to him to calm down – by the way, shouting for someone to calm down never works! He looked like someone you’d see in one of those exotic drug freak-outs on YouTube – unresponsive and zombielike. All I could imagine was him coming in to smash us to bits. He seemed super strong and I didn’t know how the glass was withstanding his blows. My wife was on the phone with the cops while I was trying to mellow him. He eventually gave up on the door and smashed his way out through the screen porch. I thought it was over, but my wife shouted, “He’s coming around the said!” I heard banging on the glass of our bedroom window. He was smacking hard against it until I heard a crash and the glass shattered. At that point, I switched from pure fear into fear and anger, I was in the kitchen and scanned for weapons. I grabbed a butcher knife from the top of the knife block thing “what the hell am I going to do with this?

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I couldn’t mercy kill a rat on a trap, let alone stab someone. Maybe I’ll just poke at him to scare him off “. I ran into the bedroom. He’d smashed another window and I could hear him trying to crawl through the blinds. I screamed at him to leave or I’d kill him. I took a poke at him which was deflected somehow. Then fear and anger switched into pure fury. I plunged the blade into his chest with all my strength. I still can feel that trust to this day, it was awful. That snapped him out of whatever state he was in and he scream “my chest!” and ran off. The cops found him a couple houses down the street, dead in a pool of blood. The first days after were just shock and disbelief, but my family, friends and my counsellor were all supportive. I half-arsed went to work over the next week or so even though my boss asked me to take whatever time I needed. Time healed quicker than I thought it would. The man was not under the effects of drugs. He’d had a bad schizophrenic episode. He’d fought with someone in a nearby group home and has locked in his room. Then, he’d escaped through his window. Before the caregiver discovered the escape, he’d tried to get into two other houses in the neighbourhood before coming to mine. I wish I knew more about him and hope he’s at peace. I think about him every day. I felt like I was spared and given another chance. I appreciate life’s little gifts more now. It has somehow made me a better person, at least I hope. I hope he’s better now too.

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No. 6: Home Robbery vs. Boy with Shotgun

I was staying at my grandfather’s while my parents were out of state. I woke up to a noise coming from upstairs and I just knew it wasn’t my grandfather. He has hearing damage from Vietnam and it didn’t wake him up, but there was banging around and heavy footsteps. I was in the room with the gun cabinet, so I grabbed a shotgun and went to check it out. When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw a guy going through stuff, so I pressed the safety and said he needed to leave. He turned around and saw my un-threatening scared as hell 14 years old self and told me to just go back downstairs and mind my business, so I repeated myself. He turned around and started walking towards me with something in his hand, so I fired! At this point, my grandfather is very awake and comes out of his room and tells me to look away. He called the police. Thankfully, due to all the factors of him being a repeat offender, having a weapon, my age and castle laws, it didn’t go any further than police coming in and asking questions. It messed me up for a while and I still think about it often, but I got over it and realized that as unfortunate as it was, I didn’t have a whole lot of options at that point.

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No.7: Looking for Old Revenge at the Wrong Apartment

Not sure if it was accidental, but while in college, in my first apartment, I came home at work at 3 a.m. Some dude was in the hallway outside my door and I had a bad feeling about it. I paused and went to get the mail, hoping he’d leave-nope! I came back and he was waiting at my door. I asked him what was up, and he said he was looking for John. My name is not John and I lived alone. I asked him to move and let men in my door. He told me to f off and get John. I slid between him and the door, opened it and he pushed his way in. I pushed him out and he took a swing at me. I swung back hitting him in the eye, which caused him to fall back and hit his head. Out cold. Forever. Apparently, John was the guy who lived in the apartment before me. The dead guy spent 5 years in jail because of John ratting him out for drugs. Dead guy came for some revenge, but got dead instead.

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No. 8: Revenge Break In Over Festival with a Knife

Strap yourself in because this is a ride of emotions. My dad is a security guard. He is very good at his job and had recently been asked to work in Japan for a music festival as a body guard of the artists organizing it. Back in 2016, he kicked a crack head out of a concert for being jacked up on crack. The guy waited outside and followed my dad home after the concert. Being so high, he obviously didn’t think and just wanted revenge. When he got my address, he left, but he came back every so often waiting for a time that none of us were home. He snuck into the crawl space of my roof and lived there for what was apparently 2 weeks before my parents and brother were out at my brother’s soccer game. So I’m home alone and bored. I heard some banging in the roof. I didn’t know that there was a dude up there at the time. So I opened up the roof to find out what it was.

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The second I opened, it pounced on me. I kicked him off as soon as possible and ran down the hallway. He was a hell of a lot faster than me and I realized that the adrenaline finally kicked in and I decided to stay and fight. I turned around, just in time to see him pull out a knife and go for my back. I put out my hand and the knife went straight through. But I didn’t feel it. The adrenaline was pumping. In a pure moment of fear, rage and defense, I ripped my hand away, punched him with my left hand and ripped out the knife with my right. He ran at me again and I felt as if time slowed down. I held out the knife and happened to hit him in the throat. He suffocated about a minute later. I immediately called emergency service and 3 minutes later, an ambulance and two cop cars showed up. The cops didn’t arrest me, as there was proof it was self-defense and that he was under the influence of cocaine, so I was free to go to the hospital. The knife had barely missed my bones but it was too close for stitches, so I had to have my hand sort of glued together with a type of bio-degradable, non-toxic superglue.

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No.9: Drunk Visits Wrong Home

I was twelve, the oldest of the three brothers. We were home alone while my parents were out on a ‘date night’. At maybe 10 p.m. we hear a loud banging at the front door, before a man broke the lock with his sheer body weight and momentum. I told my brothers to hide in my room while I went to my parents’ room for their shotgun. The whole time this guy was yelling “where are my keys?” and he starts coming upstairs when he heard me fumbling as I tried to load the shotgun. He flung the doors to my parent’s room open and I fell back with the gun shaking in my hands. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger twice, the first one caught him in the legs and the recoil made the second shot catch his entire torso. The poor man had been drunk and lived a few houses down the way, but I didn’t learn that until after. All I could focus in was how he was begging his mother (she wasn’t there) not to let him die and he was sorry he let her down as he slowly died on the floor, just a feet away from me.

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No. 10: 4 Home Attackers vs. a Clay Sport Shooter

As has most of these have started, I heard a bump in the night. I looked out my window, which overlooked a portion of the backyard and house. There were four dark figures at the back door, speaking in hushed tones. Three had backpacks and the fourth was holding a 3-inch crowbar. I grabbed my Mossberg 590. I use it frequently for clay sport, and compete often, but when it isn’t being used for sport, I keep it loaded with four rounds of 4-shot and two rounds of 00 at the end of the tube, just in case the 4-shot isn’t enough. I grabbed my Ruger 22/45, my cellular phone as well and quickly made my way down the hall. I rouse my sister from sleep, shove the pistol in her lap and tell her we have uninvited guests, and to make the call and barricade herself in her closet. At the top of the stairs, there was a short wall I duck behind, overlooking the entrance to the door they’re making their way through. When they get in, I waited. I hope that they don’t try to make their way upstairs as this is my threshold for action.

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After a few minutes of them searching the rooms downstairs, sure enough I hear the first one grab the creaky banister and take the first step on the wooden stair. I stand up and take the shot and rack the slide. I hit him square in the chest, and he crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Five round left. The ringing in my ears were deafening. I can hear shouting, but not what they’re saying. The two of them tried to run upstairs. I raised and fired and rack the slide again. Four rounds left. Square in the chest, like the first. He falls into the man behind him. Take a shot for the man behind him, fire, hit high and to the right. Three rounds left. Hit the shoulder. He staggers, and continues to try and make his way upstairs. Fire again, he falls to the stairs like those before him. Two round left. The last man was the only sensible one. He made his way out the way he came. By this point, I have turned on the lights. I walked down the stairs to check for remaining threat to me and my sister’s lives. The first one is still breathing, but none of them appeared to be in good enough shape to finish their attempt of making their way up the stairs. I take in the scene. The silence is roaring now. The blood is pooling at the basement of the stairs. The place is a mess. I make my way to my sister’s room. I announce my presence before opening the door as I don’t want her to shoot me. I come in, she’s still on the phone with the operator. I communicate to her and the operator that we’re now safe but one of them left out the back door. The police showed up about 3-4 minutes later. There are three dead men in our house. They take our statement. They caught the fourth man within 25 minutes. They police threw some tarps over the mess in the stairs so my sister can get by. We stayed at a friend’s house down the road. I suppose I had some mixed feeling about it for a week or so. Nowadays, I don’t think about it much, and I don’t feel guilty at all.




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