Amazing Story from
The Truth About Guns
By Regina Slater
I’ve never really been a big “gun enthusiast,” never really thought I
needed a gun to protect myself. I stay away from “could be disastrous”
situations, I’m very situationally aware of my surroundings and I’d like
to think that my lifestyle keeps me off the criminal target list. All
of that took a swift 180 degree turn on a cool summer night while I sat
watching a less-than-exciting movie with my lazy but loyal dogs . . .
It was like any ordinary night, I had
been home from work for only about 3-4 hours and my stomach begged me to
ravage the fridge. I turned on the kitchen light and from my kitchen
window I can see the rest of the neighborhood is sound asleep, or so it
seemed. I barely opened my fridge when there was a stern knock at my
front door. The dogs went crazy and as I walked closer to the door I
heard from the other side “Las Vegas Police, Open the door!”
Surprised, confused and suddenly terrified, the first thing that
popped into my head was that something had happened to my husband who
was obviously not at home with me, but was supposed to be at work at the
time. I yelled out “I’m putting the dogs away” and in reply I received
“Ma’am put the dogs away and open the door, NOW!” Now I’ve had my
traffic run-ins with the police but never had a bad experience with them
and surely if something horrible had happened they wouldn’t be so rude
and demanding.
After the dogs were securely locked downstairs, I slowly opened the
door, fearing what kind of news would await me on the other side. To my
surprise there was no cop standing in my front doorway but a mid
20-something-year-old wearing shorts and a washed out T-shirt. Before I
could blink he grabbed my arm and tried pulling me out of my house.
Luckily for my quick reaction time I pulled my arm back and tried
pushing the door closed. But before I could close the door all the way, a
tip of a tennis shoe popped into sight. I put all my force on the door,
hoping that his tiny foot wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure, but
I’m only 120-something pounds and you can guess that’s not going to have
a lot of force.
It felt like an eternity that I was standing there pushing on the
front door while from the other side, the force of a mid-20-year-old
pushed back. I couldn’t stand there all night so I had one of two
choices; 1) Somehow get the front door closed, which didn’t seem that
likely since I was already getting tired, or 2) Make a run for the
bedroom where my husband kept his Smith & Wesson M&P Shield 9mm
and hopefully reach it in time to protect myself before this young,
up-and-coming criminal could catch up with me. I made the move and
rushed up the stairs like I was going for the winning touchdown of a
Super Bowl game, reaching the bedroom and locking the door behind me
just as I heard footsteps at my bedroom door.
Now I’m not completely unknowing of how to handle a gun. My husband
had me take a couple shooting classes just so I could get myself
familiarized with the guns he kept in our home and also had me memorize
the lock code to our safe, just in case anything happened. I payed
attention and humored him, but in the back of my mind I always thought
that this information would never come into play.
I was wrong and at the very moment that I retrieved the gun from the
safe, my bedroom door came flying open. I turned around and to the
surprise of this young buck who clearly had ill intentions from the
beginning, instead of being face to face with a scared women who was
home alone, he was staring into the barrel of a 9mm. With a little more
courage and a hell of a lot more power backing me, I gave him a clear
warning, “Take one more step and I’ll shoot.”
Luckily this young man was no idiot and at that moment probably
valued his life more then he ever has and took to the stairs quicker
than I could blink. With a sigh of relief, I picked up the phone and
dialed 9-1-1 and relayed the events that had just occured and then
phoned my husband. As I filled out the police report and waited for my
husband to come home, the police officer told me that another officer
had caught the man just a few blocks away trying to hop a wall and that I
could now rest easy knowing he will be behind bars.
Needless to say, that event changed my life for the better. I
educated myself on all the guns my husband has in our home, regularly go
to the range and practice with each and every one, and am even in the
process of obtaining my CCW. I watch and listen to the news all the
time, hearing about break-ins, robberies and all the horrible things
people do to each other. In the back of my mind I can’t help but think
how some of those situations could have ended differently if that person
had a gun and could have protected themselves and or family.
I’ve come to realize that guns aren’t all bad. Not only can they
protect you but can save a life, like it did mine. I would never want to
go through what I went through again, but I know if it does…I will be
ready.