In All The World
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Ok, guys. I know that a lot of you have seriously fucked-up pasts. I know I'm not the only one who has dealt with abuse, I know that several of you have been raped, and I know even those who have been untouched have family or friends who have had such things happen. I also know that like me, you likely don't have much spare cash.
Please, read this. If even one of you can help, great. If you don't want to contribue here, look up your local womens' shelter, or rape counseling center, or even the local police department. See what you can do.
I'm writing this while crying. I remember what it's like to feel powerless, helpless, ashamed. I know what it's like to honestly want to die simply because of what one pathetic excuse for a human being did to me. I... hell. When Caleb left for his business conference he left me with $50 for food and emergencies. I have $20 left and that $20 is getting saved until I can figure out where the local crisis center here is. It's all I have right now, but these tears tell me it's more than worth it, if it will help just one other person find their life again, rather than be one of the walking dead, scarred and emotionally empty.
You've heard the statistics. You know, KNOW, how much this world needs people helping, rather than hurting. Maybe you can't do anything about it right now... but if you can, please do. Give a few dollars. Take some of your old stuffed animals down to the shelter - that alone is often worth more than money, giving frightened young women and children something to hold. Donate time. Whatever.
23 years ago my entire world shattered. Today I have a husband who loves me, friends who mean the world to me, my boys, who make even the worst moments bearable. Not everyone is as fortunate.
I don't really have anything else to say.
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