HE KNOCKED...

He knocked as though he were invited...

Through a vacant stare, my eyes met his

A knowing chill of dread and fear

A struggle and a desperate prayer

A chance and an angel...

on a rainy Tuesday,

I was one of the lucky ones.

How does a woman survive a rape, or an attack? How does she put the pieces of her life together and move forward?How does she stop peering around corners or expecting further trauma? This world has become so angry that often it feels as though we are under constant attack. How do we overcome? Many people will never know the feeling of fighting for your life but sadly, they will not go unaffected. We are all touched by crime in some way. It may be fearing for your life or for that of our loved ones. These are equally bad..both fill you with a sense of dread and often make you feel discouraged. 

ENOUGH!

There comes a point where we must decide to stand strong...to refuse to fear but rather fight for our lives and our dignity. We must not be victims but rather victors. Stand up when we see injustice and not be afraid to come between and innocent and an attacker. Would you rather be alive and an accessory? Or die a hero? Friends, it is time to fight the evil of the world. We must not turn our cheek.