DAD WHO LOST HIS SON REVEALS HIS JOURNEY TO FIND HOLSTERS TO PROTECT HIS REMAINING DAUGHTER

Believe me, I get it. I used to face the same problem. But let me take you back to the beginning of my story.

Last year, my only son died.

I lost him in a random street shooting, and the worst part?

 I was there, right with him. We were just out for a father-son day, but I was unarmed and couldn't protect him.

The grief that followed was immense, leaving my daughter and me in a world that suddenly seemed a little ...less safe, less predictable.

Before this, I was a chill, carefree Uber driver, rarely carrying a firearm. 

But after that tragic day, I changed. 

I saw the streets I navigated daily through a new lens. 

It wasn't about fear, it was about being prepared.

With my daughter to protect and the haunting memory of my helplessness, I made the decision to carry a firearm every single day.

Because if something happened to me, who'd be there for my daughter?

But let me tell you, it's not as simple as it sounds. 

Especially when you're a big, fat guy like me, used to drive-thru meals and long hours on the road. 

Finding a comfortable holster is like navigating through a maze. But it's a route I've decided on, for my family and my own peace of mind.

I must've tried a dozen different holsters, each one recommended by some guru on Youtube. But none of them got around the problems that us bigger folks face.

- Heat and Sweat: Fat folks like me tend to sweat. A lot. I found most holsters just didn't breathe. And that sweat wasn't only making me uncomfortable – it was ruining my holster and, worse, damaging my gun.

- Snugness: Us bigger guys, we've got a bit of a belly. And when I'd try to squeeze my gun into my waistband, it'd end up buried under a mound of me.

- Lower Back Ache: Whether they were made of kydex or leather, every holster I tried focused all the weight in one spot around my waist. It was like they were trying to give me back problems.

- Seated Drawing: Every holster ad showed a trim, fit person drawing while standing. But what about when you're sitting? Especially in a truck, I found drawing to be anything but smooth and natural.

- Pointing Horizontally: I'd tried a few leather shoulder holsters from a local maker. But they pointed the gun horizontally. Behind me. Breaking the second rule of gun safety: Always point the gun in the safest possible direction.

 Now, I know what some folks think. That us gun owners are reckless, that we don't think things through. But I've got to tell you, with all due respect, that couldn't be further from the truth. We put a lot of thought into gun safety. We're the most careful people you'll meet. Well, except for a few bad apples.

So if you've got a holster and it's got any of these issues, I'd suggest you think about swapping it for something else. Or even consider not carrying at all.

Because when it comes to guns, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

During an online search, I spotted a review by my cousin Robin Green on a veteran-owned holster website.

 He was praising something called the 'Fujobi Pancake Holster.' He sent me one to try.

I was unsure at first, but wore it for a month. This holster was a lifesaver.

It sat easy on my hip comfortable. No more backaches.

Gone was the sweaty discomfort of my old leather holster. My skin felt cool, and my shirts stayed dry.

And drawing my firearm? As simple as getting my wallet from my pocket. That sealed the deal. The Fujobi Pancake Holster became my everyday carry.

  The Fujobi holster is like a part of me now, not an annoying add-on.

 The kids noticed the change too. No more shifting and adjusting at their school events, no more soaked-through shirts. 

 I was just their dependable, cool uncle again. Their friends even started calling me 'The Gentle Giant.'

 People around me began to see me differently as well. 

 At work, my colleagues stopped making 'sweaty' jokes. 

 Instead, they started asking about my new holster. Some even bought their own Fujobi.

 In church, there were no more wary glances, no more whispers. People respected my responsibility as a firearm owner, and my choice of a secure, safe holster played a big part in it.

And It wasn't long before my passengers noticed the change.

No more shifting uncomfortably in my seat during rides, no more sweat-stained shirts. I was just their friendly, cool Uber driver. I even noticed an improvement in my ratings!

 The Fujobi Pancake Holster didn't just make my daily carrying routine easier. 

 It brought a newfound respect and eased the tension of my surroundings. 

 I became a figure not to be joked about, but to be looked up to, and it gave me confidence like never before.