This morning started like any other, until I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I was being pulled over by the police. I wasn’t speeding. I wasn’t driving recklessly. But I knew I had a concealed, loaded firearm with me—legally—and I immediately understood the weight of the moment.
When the officer approached, I kept my hands firmly on the wheel at 10 and 2. He told me my registration had expired—something I genuinely hadn’t realized. When he asked for my license, registration, and insurance, I calmly said:
“For your safety and mine, officer, I want to let you know that I am legally carrying a firearm. I have a concealed carry permit. The weapon is loaded, with the safety on, and it’s in the compartment under the cup holder. There’s also a spare magazine with it.”
He paused, then asked me to keep my hands on the wheel and inquired again about the exact location of the firearm. I answered clearly and offered to step out of the vehicle if needed. He agreed and thanked me for my transparency.
I stepped out, facing him directly. I even offered to be searched for any additional weapons. The officer accepted and then retrieved my gun safely. He asked if he could get my license and carry permit from my wallet—I gave him full permission. I also offered a full search of my truck if that would make him feel more secure. He declined.
The interaction remained respectful, calm, and professional throughout.
Once everything checked out, the officer handed my firearm back to me and placed my license and permit on the driver’s seat. We talked briefly—me thanking him for his calm demeanor, him appreciating my openness and cooperation. I signed the warning for the expired registration, and before I left, I shook both officers’ hands and wished them safety, especially given everything going on in the world right now.
I carry a gun for protection. But I also carry the belief that mutual respect can defuse even the most tense situations.
What could’ve been a stressful, misunderstood moment became one of mutual trust—and a small reminder that humanity still exists behind the badges and behind the windshield.
To the Altoona Police Department: thank you for handling it right.
