This is for the Girl in Steubenville, Ohio or for the woman in India who died or for other women who have shared with me their stories of being a victim of violence at the hands of the depravity of men.
Shame on you. Shame. For those who have called us all names, who stood by and watched, who did nothing to help. Shame on you. Shame.
I often wonder what I would do if actually anyone, someone who could help did so, what would I do?
I am grateful for those who have been good to me. I know who they are and they know who they are to me. To the Fireman who did not know my name but did their jobs without judgment or concern, I am grateful. It is because of them I am alive. If all were like you this world would be a better place.
I think I know why God spared me. Only once did he come to me and say "this is not about you." I get it I really do. I am alive because my voice is needed and people need to hear it.