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She was in tenth grade. I had just finished an assembly in her high school
on Sexual Abuse & Prevention. She had heard me teach, "You cannot
grow your own victims, parents cannot do anything they want to their children." Now
she stood before me with tears streaming down her checks, and a tortured pain
in her voice.
Her father had first forced sexual intercourse on her when she was in
seventh grade; it had continued several times a week for three long years. "Please
help me," the plea came from the depths of her tormented soul.
After encouraging and comforting her, I explained how the report that
I would file would set the wheels in motion to get her the help she so
desperately needed. Knowing that victims sometimes fall through the cracks
of the "system," I touched base with Children and Youth Services
several weeks later. Because of confidentiality laws, they could not give
me specific details, but I was assured that she was safe, was receiving
the help that she so desperately needed, and that her case was progressing
nicely. Having done all that I could do, I prayed and entrusted her into
God's hands.
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