Beth's gun

The following is a true story, it was first reported by the Charleston Post and Courier

By de Andréa
The second in a series...

It happened to a young woman named Beth Ferguson of Charleston North Carolina. However this terrifying experience is not as unique as one would suppose, it typifies an experience that happens all too often, and to too many women across this country every day.

This story is one woman’s way of dealing with the aftermath of her very real terror and brush with death:

Beth Ferguson gets instruction as she prepares to fire a .22 caliber hand gun under the supervision of firearms expert and instructor Frank DiNardo as she begins her training for her concealed weapons permit. Beth had a natural fear of guns; however what she needed now, was to be responsible for herself.

A man in a North Charleston flower shop attacked Beth, when she came to pick up an order. She was beaten, kicked in the face, gagged, tied to a chair and then locked in a closet to await whatever was to come next, she feared that she was going to die. She thought about her husband and the business they had together. She decided that she was not ready to die, not quite yet.

After escaping that nightmare, Beth Ferguson needed nearly two weeks to garner the courage to step out of her home. Her first trip was to church, her safe haven.

She went on a Saturday night, hoping fewer people would be there as opposed to the heavily attended Sunday morning service. Nevertheless, it was packed.

"It's odd, because when you're a victim of something like this, you almost begin to act like a victim. I was very overwhelmed and nervous. I was scared half to death, and I didn't know why," Beth said. "Have you ever seen a scary movie and been scared afterward? That's sort of what it's like."

She endured the glances from curious church members, who could not help but see the bruises and cuts on her face. After that night, Beth decided she needed to return to a normal life. But she still felt violated, and unsafe. She was living in fear.

Her second trip out of the house was to a gun shop on Cross County Road in North Charleston. ” I’m going back to work one day," Beth said. "And when I do, I will have a gun."

The attack; the recovery
Beth, 41, was the only customer in the Carolina Florist shop on Ashley Phosphate Road late in the afternoon on April 10. The man behind the counter advised her to look through a book so she could pick out a corsage for her son's prom. While she was distracted, he slipped behind her and suddenly, he was holding a knife to her throat.

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She fought, but he choked her until she was unconscious. She woke up to find him standing over her. When she fought again, he kicked her in the face until she agreed to cooperate.

In the locked closet, Beth sat tied to a chair, a tennis ball stuffed in her mouth. Then the man drove away, and Beth seized the moment to free herself, he was obviously planning to kill her when he had finished with her she thought. After she climbed through a false ceiling and dropped down into the bathroom next door, she smashed her way out through the front glass window to freedom.

Lemar "Tommy" Mack, the 45-year-old husband of the florist shop owner, was arrested two days later. He was charged with kidnapping, armed robbery and assault and battery with intent to kill.

Mack had previously been convicted and served jail time for abducting a woman at a Kmart on Rivers Avenue and raping her. He had also been convicted for attacking women in 1979 and 1984. One can only wonder if Mack will be released to do the same thing a fifth and a sixth time, moreover, if passing laws that would lock people like Mack up for good, would better than passing laws that enable criminals to commit murder, and prevent innocent citizens from defending themselves as gun control laws do.

Weeks after the attack, Beth walked into a gun shop for the first time, and talked with firearms instructor Frank DiNardo June 11 at Trader World Gun Shop and tries to decide which gun to buy.

A steady stream of customers flowed in and out of Trader World Gun & Indoor Range, where dozens of shotguns, rifles and assault weapons line the walls.

Shaking, Beth headed for the glass encasement filled with handguns. It runs the length of the shop. Boxes of ammunition sat on the counter. Behind it stood Frank DiNardo, a handgun in a holster on his side.

Frank, a firearms instructor for nearly 30 years, was expecting Beth. Her instruction began with their first handshake — firm, thumb straight forward, not to the side.

"That's how you hold a gun," Frank told her.

Beth asked Frank if she needed to buy a gun before her firearms lessons began.

"You're not ready," he said. He worried about her emotional state so soon after the attack.

"One minute I'm fine, and the next, I'm crying for no reason," she had told him. Counseling sessions were being arranged.

Frank scheduled her gun classes to start about 10 days after their first meeting. Four hours each class. Five classes, maybe then she would be ready, Frank said.

Frank recommends taking three courses before the purchase — a basic course in the handling, firing and storing of a handgun; a personal protection course; and a course on carrying concealed handguns.

On May 6, Beth started classes, and she found a new friend in her instructor. Frank listened as she told him her story and cried.

"We're going to go through this together," he said.

The bruises on her face had healed. Some redness in her left eye was the only visible trace of the assault.

"My outside has healed a lot, but my inside still needs healing," Beth said.

She cried less often, and she and her husband had resumed their weekly date nights. Still, she sometimes had panic attacks when she was alone, or if she saw someone who looked like the man who attacked her.

She found strength in the 100-plus cards and letters from friends and strangers. She resolved to arm herself with a gun. "What the Lord told me is, 'You're going to be the victor, not the victim.”
A gun in the hand
The three basic rules for handling a gun, were in large capital letters on a screen in the training room May 6:

ALWAYS MAKE SURE THE GUN IS UNLOADED.

ALWAYS POINT THE GUN IN A SAFE DIRECTION.

ALWAYS KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER.

Frank takes a slow and easy approach to teaching people how to use handguns. He starts with a toy gun, and then uses dummy cartridges to teach people how to load a real revolver.

In the firing range, the first gun Beth shot was an air pistol. The recoil is slight when the gun is fired, and it makes little noise. She fired at inflated balloons, which made a pop that helped prepare her for the sound of a gun blast.

Next, Beth brought in a .22- caliber pistol. It is a little louder, and the recoil made her hand jiggle slightly as she shot off 10 rounds at the target (a paper figure of a man). Tiny puffs of smoke wafted from the gun, and the metal casings pinged against the concrete floor beneath her.

Beth grinned. "It's not so bad."

June brought a different Beth to the Trader World gun shop for her second class.
A counselor had helped her deal with post-trauma stress. Panic attacks came less frequently, and she felt much stronger.

Frank now took off the kid gloves and put a 9 mm pistol in Beth's hands.
A startling blast and a bright red flash erupted from the gun, and Beth's hand jumped upward. She winced and then stood motionless in a cloud of gray smoke.

"Your whole body just jolts. It was so powerful. I felt like I couldn't control it," she said.

Beth learned that choosing a firearm is like buying a good pair of shoes. It has to fit.

The 9 mm proved to be too much. The .38-caliber revolver was easier to control, less recoil, but the trigger was more difficult to pull and it had no safety lock. She definitely wanted her gun to have a safety feature.

Something between those two, is a .380-caliber pistol, it seemed to be just right. Moderate recoil, good control and a safety lock. It was small to boot — the perfect concealable weapon.

Back to work
By mid-June, Beth felt a lot more like her old self, stronger, trusting and more confident.

She had vowed not to return to work without a firearm, but she was needed to help run the six mattress stores her and her husband own. Pepper spray would do while she finished her firearms classes and applied for her concealed weapons permit.

Her first day back overwhelmed and frightened her. Finding a full day too much at first, she eased herself back to work “Baby steps," Beth said.

With the basic gun course behind her, Beth started an eight-hour concealed weapons course that would teach her the laws about guns.

Although citizens with a permit can carry a weapon, the gun cannot be visible. Beth experimented with a variety of options, including keeping her gun in her purse, in her pocket or in a holster on her hip or ankle. She quickly ruled out keeping it in her purse, because one of the first things her attacker did was take her purse. “If there was a gun in my purse, he would have had it," Beth said.

The big day
On July 2, Beth was strong again, empowered even. She held a pistol with conviction as she stepped onto the range for the shooting test for her concealed weapons permit. She had to hit the target at least 35 times out of 50 shots, and she made it look easy.
"She shot a 46 out of a possible 50," Frank said. "She did extremely well."

Beth aced her written test as well, and the permit application was off in the mail.

In mid-October Beth's concealed weapons permit arrived. She met up with Frank and purchased the little .380-caliber pistol that she had used months earlier.

The attack earlier in the spring was behind her. Beth has her life back, however, now she is packing heat.

"If I'm in a situation that I consider life or death," she said. “I am prepared."

THE BOTTOM LINE: Hindsight of course is a most convincing teacher, however sometimes it can come too late. Fortunately for Beth, she was to get another chance. One might be well advised to learn from someone else’s near tragic experience, rather than to chance a more devastating experience of his or her own.

If you do not have a “Shall Issue” law in your state, then you need to contact your representative, soon…

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