Well, I was sitting in a gas station parking lot when a man knocked on my passenger side window. I was waiting while my friend grabbed some beers and he had just walked in. I live in an area with a lot of homeless people and being the too nice person I am, I rolled the window down to give the guy some of the change sitting in a cup holder. He pulled a gun on me and unlocked the door to get in. I had a gun but it was in an awkward position. I never had to pull it before so I didn't really know how well it would work but it was the most reasonable place I could think of, not to mention I was a newbie gun owner at the time. You never really know what the best course of action is until it happens to you. I do exactly as he says and pull away. I didn't know what the hell was going to happen but I was scared shitless and I really hope he wouldn't see my gun. We ended up pulling into an old parking lot. To give a little context on why what happened next happened, how it did, I did a little Kia SoulStick shift and it jumps speed bumps. Like jumps them. I see one and at this point the guy isn't really paying attention to me so I put my foot to the floor, just the speed bump. He hits his head on the roof and his gun falls into my lap so I grabbed it and pointed it at him. At this point I expected him to get spooked and get away but I was wrong. The guy had a pocket knife and he pulled it. He stabbed me two times before I could get a shot off. Everything went dark and that's all I remembered. When I woke up I found out he died in my car and I actually shot him two times. It turns into a huge legal battle because the gun was stolen and he had drugs on him. Everyone thought it was a drug deal gone bad. I've dealt with it for years and to this day I'm still not the same. My family does owe me because of it. I've also turned into a hermit that lives in the woods away from everyone because I don't trust anyone. You can get lonely sometimes but it's alright.