General had just apologized to the cameras, regretting that he had to shoot me, when this little old lady stood up and told him, “Put that g*n down, sonny.” And it wasn’t so much that she dared to talk back to General, who probably weighed three times as much as she did, but it was the boldness with which she addressed him that seemed to tilt the entire axis of power in the cabin.
General gave a little chuckle, but I could tell by his face he was thrown off. “Who are you?” he demanded, and she smiled at him sweetly and answered, “You can call me Grandma Lucy. And I’m here to save this young woman’s life.”
I’d never been at the wrong end of a handgun before, and I’d certainly never witnessed some ninety-year-old grandma try to talk down a raving terrorist, but sometimes truth really is st
