You provide an excuse for me to re-submit my first post.
I am one of those frosty haired folks that you have seen in gun stores asking newbie type questions.
I am in my mid-60s. I carried a Walther PP in Thailand during my early 30s, but I had little practice and almost no training other than what I read in the gun mags and what a few friends passed on, -- both the good and the bad. Although I continued to like guns, I was not involved with them after leaving Southeast Asia. No particular event that I am aware of caused the renewal of my interest other than the fact that I realized that I was becoming increasingly aware that I was former martial artist rather than an active martial artist. Perhaps thoughts of 9-11 were percolating in the back of my head. I visited a few gun stores and left fliers advertising CCW classes lying around the house.
My wife was, until a couple of years ago, a hoplophobe; but I work in Detroit. After a particularly murderous weekend there, during a particularly murderous month, she decided that, despite her fear of guns, she wanted me to carry. She also decided to join me in the CCW class because she believes that we should do whatever we can together. The required range time almost totally stressed her out.
She will tell you that her change of mind was a result of 9-11, but I think something else was a significant factor. A couple of months later, in peaceful a suburban park near a police station, a maniac rushed at her with a club. Before he struck, he saw me coming to her defense and backed off. No one was hurt, but she then understood that danger can come at any time and anyplace.
After taking the class but before that attack, we had visited gun stores shopping around for what we wanted. We felt no sense of urgency. She still feared guns and I had to hold her wrist and insert each gun into her hand before she would even hold it. Of course, the male salesmen suggested revolvers and mouse guns. They all seemed to agree that she should not consider anything more powerful than 9 mm.
Finally, on a business trip to Tennessee, upon hearing that she was gun shopping, a contact took her to a private shooting range where he and some others let her try a variety of hand guns and long guns. She discovered that she was no longer afraid to shoot anything, and she fell in love with a .40 cal Glock 23. Now she has and carries her own.
A follow-up to this came early last year when she was interviewing for a new job. She was told the job was stressful and was asked what she did to relieve stress. She answered that she liked to walk the dog and read; but when she was severely stressed, she liked to go to the shooting range and practice. To her, now, the range is a place of Zen-like calm and tranquility. Yes she got the job, and now she manages to work lessons about guns and shooting into frequent business presentations.