I was raped when I was little. After that everything around me just felt like a waste and my grades started dropping and I didn’t really care about others. To be honest I hate all men and I was always in fear of it happening again. I was hurt and at the time I didn’t realize why God had let this happen to me. I think to say this and have people know was the hardest thing for me. Now that I look back I realize that I know how other victims feel and I want to help them. I don’t want them to live in shame like I did for so many years, I want people to stand up for them selves because thats the only way that will make the pain go away. Originally if you would have asked me what I learned I would have said not to trust people so much but now that I’m older I think God was trying to teach me that, yeah bad things happen but you need to stand up against those things and you shouldn’t be afraid all of your life. I’m not going to say that I’m glad that happened but with out it I think I would let my self get pushed around without a second though. Now that I realize this I want to help others through the same thing. I think through my gift of writing I can save so many people and help them find their way.