Carol,
Along time ago this happend to me.
Back in college I worked for a factory in the summer. I was a shear machine operator making parts of sheet metal cabinets.
Well one day a new guy showed up. We will call him 'Bob'. He was lazy. He was a bum. No one liked him. So Gary, the lead man, told Chuck the forman he felt they should fire him. Chuck went through the company policy routine and after a while fired him.
Well not a week later the company started getting telephone calls. The caller would say, "I have a .45 and a .22 and I'm gonna get Chuck." Later he added Gary's name to the threats.
Well people got worried. Now this was Texas before we had a CHL (carry permit) of any kind and you could not even carry your pistol in the car except 'traveling'.
Well Gary, being a young man, asked if he and Larry (a ex-Vietnam vet) could come over and do some practice at my shooting range. They asked cause I was already a gun nut and combat pistol shooter.
So they came by. Gary, being married, had just a .410 guage bolt action shotgun. Larry had a Browning 12 guage auto. I felt ashamed cause here I was with a selection of .45s, .38s, .357s, and some nice rifles.
Well we all did some shooting and then went home.
Each day, after work, several of us would walk outside before Gary came out and sort of scope out the area and stand near our cars with the door open (and guns near by.)
Later that week 'Bob' came by to pick up his last check. Well Officer Hale and his partner (this was a small town and everyone knew the cops) came by and got 'Bob' in the room alone. Had him sit down. After a not-so-polite discussion in which Officer Hale said, "If we hear of any more phone calls like the ones coming in, we will pay you a visit again." They then went outside and stared at him through the window.
'Bob' left the room shaking.
The phone calls stopped.
And I found out five other guys, besides myself, had guns in their cars just in case. Mine was a .45 and so was the forman of another division.
This was in Texas back in the 1970s.
And all the names, but Bob's, are their names. All good guys.
So yes, Carol, good people can make a difference. Times may have changed but good people can still help. Just have to be a bit more careful so as not to upset the do-gooders.
Deaf