I was never a super fan of guns but at the same time never against having them either. Growing up and going to school near a rural area you met a lot of people who were into hunting. I dated a guy or two throughout high school who owned their own guns, had friends both male and female who also owned guns for hunting. My boyfriend owns at least three firearms for protection and collection. Even in the fashion industry here I know quite the handful of women who own pistols and shot guns, I would be next.
As you get older you tend to find that the news has become part of your daily routine. You have it on in the morning where you’ll listen in to at least three or four stories in between blow drying your hair and applying your foundation. In the evening it’s on again after you’ve come home from work and stripped down to bed appropriate clothing.
It is the news that reminded me of how much danger lurks when you don’t expect it, or how unfortunate events happen to people everyday. I’m not ignorant to the fact that bad things do happen, but I do fall into that category of people who usually roll the saying over in their heads “that won’t happen to me.” But a particular recent occurrence pulled at me. Maybe it was the intensity of the video? The horrifying stress portrayed in the victim’s struggle? The clip being aired was the one of the young nurse who was abducted in Philadelphia. Watching the man drag her across the pavement while she kicked and fought, sickened me. Especially knowing that she was feeling much worse than what I was feeling just watching it. It was that video alone at that moment that tipped the scale towards definitely wanting to protect myself using all means available.
I had always carried pepper spray and a stun gun. I took a brief self defense course, but I wanted what I felt in my mind would be the ultimate protection for my small stature. You should know that weapons are an absolute last resort, but in the case that all my other defenses should fail I wanted to be prepared to the fullest. Having my parents home broken into three times within the last two years also helped me to decide I needed the perfect home defense…
I signed up for a ccw class. My boyfriend and I had been shooting for quite some time. When I told him how I felt, I had his full support. We took to the range several times throughout the last few months, and then finally committed to this class.
As required by the state of ohio, we went through the 12 hour class. It was long but very interesting and informative. It also helped me with my aim and with my stance.
And so we completed that class in a day.
I couldn’t be more excited at this opportunity to practice our right brought on by 2nd amendment.
Just a few more steps in the process and I shall soon be a carrying citizen.