My
Name
is
Redemption:
The
Story
of
My
Rifle It
was
a
sunny
day
in
my
hometown
when
I
first
held
her
in
my
hands.
I
remember
the
feeling
of
her
cold
metal
against
my
warm
palms,
the
weight
of
her
as
I
lifted
her
up
to
inspect
her
closely.
And
then,
with
a
solid
click,
I
loaded
my
first
bullet
into
Redemption. I
chose
this
name
because
that's
what
I
was
looking
for
when
I
bought
her.
I
was
looking
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redemption.
Redemption
from
all
the
insecurity
and
fear
that
plagued
me
every
day.
Redemption
from
the
anger
and
hurt
after
my
father
left
when
I
was
just
a
child.
Redemption
from
the
poverty
that
had
always
been
a
shadow
over
my
life. With
Redemption
by
my
side,
life
became
less
scary.
She
gave
me
a
sense
of
power,
a
sense
of
control
over
my
own
life.
And
when
I
aimed
her
at
a
target,
I
felt
like
nothing
could
stop
me.
I
was
the
master
of
my
own
fate. I
never
used
her
for
violence,
never
even
considered
it.
Instead,
I
used
her
to
compete
in
shooting
tournaments
and
to
hunt
small
game.
She
was
my
trusted
companion
on
all
my
outdoor
adventures. But
as
time
went
on,
my
life
changed.
I
found
new
friends,
a
new
partner,
and
a
new
purpose.
And
even
though
Redemption
was
still
by
my
side,
she
no
longer
represented
the
same
things
to
me. Now
she
is
simply
a
reminder
of
the
journey
I've
taken
and
the
person
I
used
to
be.
She
still
lives
in
my
closet,
safely
locked
away,
but
I
never
take
her
out
anymore.
I
know
that
my
redemption
doesn't
come
from
guns
or
violence.
It
comes
from
the
love
and
support
of
my
community
and
the
kindness
and
compassion
I
show
to
those
around
me. So
now,
to
me,
Redemption
is
more
than
just
a
rifle.
She
is
a
symbol
of
my
past,
a
reminder
of
the
person
I
used
to
be,
and
a
celebration
of
the
new
person
I
have
become.