My greatest regret in life, is not stopping the example of human trafficking I believe I witnessed in my own home. I wish I could hop back in time 10 years or so.
Remembering makes me remember that although I'm generally left-handed, I sight through my right eye, and shoot with my right hand.
What I wouldn't give now to have a .357 and save that poor girl. (Grew up in a house where I learned from my pre-teen years to fire all kinds of guns; shotguns, rifles and hand-guns. Single-action, semi, and fully auto. Regular practice at the local gun-range/rock quarry. Bullets kept on the shelf above the guns, for easy access, just in case...)
What was I thinking in just letting her go? Regret is a bitch.