As a few of you know, my wife and I just welcomed our son into the world a couple weeks ago. And taking care of a newborn is a lot of work. So today, my wife tells me she has to get out of the house and enjoy the outside. I pack up my little family (we also have a 6 year old daughter) and hit the interstate heading north. Two hours later we end up at one of the Corp of Engineers lakes that is in our state. My daughter and I explored the base of the dam, checked out a few fishing spots and played at the playground for an hour. Before leaving, my daughter asked me if I would take her to the public swimming area on the lake, that she spied earlier. No one was there when I drove by it the first time, so it sounded like a great idea. When we showed up this time there was about 12 to 15 people swimming. My wife decided that while we played in the water she was going to feed our son. So my daughter and I head down the steps to get in the water. Walking down the steps, I notice there was an older gentleman sitting at the bottom of the steps and two groups of swimmers. A group of older women with a young child and they are passing a beach ball back and forth...and a group of 5 kids (3 boys age 13-16, 1 girl age 11 or 12, and a young boy probably around 9 years old) swimming at the other end of the marked off area. My daughter gets in and starts playing around and splashing, picking up rocks and sticks and throwing them, having a great time. I kick my sandals off and wade in about knee deep. After a few minutes of being there, the group of kids across from us start cussing loudly. The first F-bomb I let slide, on the second one I glared their direction and looked over at the older women who were near them...they just looked at me like they couldn't believe their ears. When the third F-bomb came out, I yelled "HEY!!...I have a 6 year old over here, please watch the language". They all looked at me like I was nuts and got quiet. A few minutes later they started cussing again, but saying it really fast, in a mocking manner...then one got brave and yelled it out loud. I then asked them if their parents were around and if they knew they talked like that in public. Before they could answer, the older gentlemen at the bottom of the steps spoke up and said "You've been ASKED to watch your language, and now I'm TELLING you to watch it"...Things calmed down there for a few more minutes, and of course they started cussing again. At that point I had had enough, I tell my daughter to come on its time to go. She was upset, and didn't want to leave, but I was not going to stay there with that kind of language popping off every 10 seconds for my daughter to hear. As I'm drying my daughter and getting our things together. The older gentleman at the steps says "let the little girl play, I'm going to take care of this right now. I'm calling the police on those little brats", he then gets up and walks up the steps to his truck. I continue drying my daughter off, knowing without a doubt the cops could care less about some potty mouth kids at the local swimming hole. As I'm about to start up the steps the gentleman returns with a woman, obviously their mother. He starts telling her what transpired, and she seems genuinely upset. She's standing at the top of the concrete steps about 20 feet from myself at the bottom of the steps. She starts yelling for them to come on, that they are leaving and they know better than to talk like that. The kids are not happy, they start blaming each other. First the 9 year old gets out, walks past me and heads up the stairs, then the young girl gets out and follows him up the stairs. The other three teenage boys (typical teenage punks by the way...wanna b gangsta type) stay in the water and look quite pissed at the situation. The youngest one, which I think was around 13 or 14 comes out first. He cusses me the whole way up the stairs. About half way up he turns like he's going to come at me. I tuck my daughter who is clung to my left leg behind me and leaned toward him. He realized quickly that I was not going to be intimidated so easily and moved on up the steps. The other two, which I'm guessing were 15 and 16, came out of the water together. They both moved toward me in a threatening manner as they reached the bottom of the steps, cussing me the whole way. Once again, I squared my shoulders to both of them and said without saying, "come get some!"...they both slowly moved their way up the steps. This whole time the mother is at the top of the steps yelling for them to stop cussing me and acting like they're going to do something. It's like she didn't even exist to them. They didn't hear a word she was saying. I honestly believe the only thing that kept them moving up the steps was the 6' 250lb. pissed off hillbilly at the bottom of the steps. I never said a word, I just kept my daughter behind me and never took my eyes off of them. Once at the top, the mother was literally beating them to the car...she would punch them in the chest and arms to drive them back to the car, but once she got two of them back the third one would come back to the top of the steps and start cussing me again. It was quite comical at that point, and I couldn't help myself so I laughed out loud, as did a few others standing near. The boys didn't like that too much. The 13 or 14 year old appeared at the top of the steps this time with a knife in his hands. About a 4" or 5" serrated blade in his right hand. He said "You think your tough old man, I'll come down there and cut you"......This my friends...was the game changer..... His mother was busy with the other two and didn't see any of this going down. So I said to the kid, as my left arm grabbed my daughter and pulled her behind me and close to my body..."If you come down here with that knife, kid...it's going to be the worst mistake of your life"...he obviously thought I was bluffing, because he started down the steps like a madman. Now, at this moment my mind is without exaggeration, working a million miles an hour. Do I throw my 6 year old who cannot swim yet in 4 foot of water to my left and hope she doesn't drown so I can make this punk kid eat this knife? Do I keep my daughter behind me and do my best to disarm him, not knowing what could happen with a knife so close to my beautiful princess? Do I jump in the water with my daughter and hope he don't jump on top of us with the knife?.....What happened next though, felt so natural that it happened without me even thinking it. My right hand moved around my waist to my 4:30 position and the palm of my hand landed perfectly on the handle of my Glock 27 .40cal, w/full mag of Speer Gold Dots, tucked in my IWB Galco King Tuk.....I knew without a shadow of a doubt what my next move was going to be. And a split second before I made that move, his mother came out of no where and threw an open handed left hook with all her might to his left cheek, it rocked his world....she almost brought him off his feet. He stopped dead in his tracks, he then started moving backwards with a look on his face like he might cry. After a few more cussing outbursts from the other two...She finally got a hold of them and got them in the car and left......Now, I've been replaying this in my mind over and over all night. I keep asking myself...would I have really shot that kid? It makes me sick to my stomach to think of such a thing. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought about a scenario, in which we would have to use our weapons for self-defense. In my scenario, the bad guy is always played by the stereo typical bad guy you would see in the movies...a bad guy at first sight, and he's always carrying a crowbar too!?!? (I have no clue, don't ask). Not some misguided youth who hasn't even started his life yet. Its very unsettling to think that I came close to having to make that decision today. If I didn't have my daughter with me today, the decision would of been easy...I would of never thought about pulling my weapon...and that boy would of been taught a very hard lesson today, by my own hands. But, having my little girl there, changed EVERYTHING!! Not knowing what I would of done today (shoot/not shoot) if he made it down the steps is what's bothering me the most. I honestly don't think I could ever recover from killing a kid, but at the same time, I would kill anyone trying to harm my wife or kids. So, I put it to you fine people. What would you have done? I hope some of you don't judge me too harshly for not knowing instantly whether or not I would of fired on him...I can tell you this though...If his mother wouldn't of made it to him in time and he came down those steps on me and my daughter...He was going to meet Black Betty face to face for sure...I do know that much. Hopefully that would of been enough to stop him.