A few weeks ago, I saw Debra Puglisi-Sharp on the Bonnie Hunt Show (don't judge) and I was captivated by her story. There is really no other way to describe the pull I felt for her - I wanted to hear more. One part drama, one part tragedy and one part survivor heroics, it has all of the elements of a Hollywood movie.
But it is real. It happened.
From her website: "In April 1998, Debra Puglisi Sharp--wife, nurse, and mother of teenage twins--was tending the roses in her garden when a factory worker with a cocaine habit slipped in through an open door and waited for her to come in. Nino, her husband of twenty-five years, got in the way and was shot. The man then attacked and raped Debra, placed her in the trunk of his car, and drove away. Kept hog-tied in her abductor's house, Debra finally learned of her husband's murder from a newscast on a radio that the man blared to muffle her screams while he was out. After five excruciating days, Debra's mounting rage at her captor--and the wrenching thought of her children burying their father alone--gave her the courage and strength she desperately needed. She loosened her ties, groped her way to the phone...and dialed 911".
It is a terrifying tale - and I was compelled to check out the book, Shattered, from the library.
It was a heartbreaking - yet necessary - read. It was kind of a challenge. You know how when watching the movie Titanic you kepe thinking that these people don't know what is in store for them - that you just want to tell them to run to get a lifejacket? That is how I felt. I wanted to tell her to run, to stay inside. It was a hard read. My heart broke and re-broke for Debra, and her deceased husband, Nino. I hate that they went through this - I hate that they are still going through this every single day.