Yesterday, I went to the abused and neglected women’s shelter to bring my book as a gift to the women in the shelter. I thought I would encounter office support staff at the women’s shelter, instead, I found myself in the store where the donated items are sold; a place for things. Of course, no access to the wounded and afraid women, they must dwell in a secret place where they are protected from the monsters that beat and abuse them, most often as the children are watching. Instantly, I felt a kinship to the women even though they were not at that location. Suddenly my mind recalled the terror I felt when my mother was beaten (Chapter Three).
I bring forth again, life is short, fast and one way – forward! Don’t keep your secret if you are abused and beaten! Tell your secret to someone, compassionate people are everywhere.
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