I was on my way home from the bar about 11 O'Clock one night when I got a phone call from the wife of a good mate. She was in a right state... clearly drunk and saying some very wierd stuff. I decided to pop round & make sure she (and him) were ok.
I got to their house and his car wasn't there. She opened the front the door holding a hand gun! She was in a right mess! She'd caught him cheating, they'd got in a fight and he'd taken off. She'd decided that she was going to kill herself. She told me to leave. I didn't. She pointed the gun at me... I suppose it was because I'd had a few beers that I called her bluff... I said I knew she wasn't going to shoot me... anyway.... I persuaded her to let me in to talk. It was pretty hairy for a while, but eventually I convinced her to put the gun down because she was "making me nervous"... we talked and talked and after about 40 minutes, I manouvered myself between her and the gun. Then, when I had a chance, I grabbed the gun, ran to the door and slung it out into the garden. She realized what I'd done and went apeshit. I physically restrained her from going outside to get it and called 911.
The cops came and took her the psych hospital. They only kept her for 48 hours but I felt really bad about it. The gun was loaded - 5 bullets in the chamber and another was on the living room floor. the safety was off. Who knows whether she'd have gone through with it if I hadn't intervened, I would certainly hope not. Her & her husband reconciled and have had a kid since, but I never see them anymore. A very odd experience.