Monday, November 14, 2011
Who can hope to be safe? who sufficiently cautious? Guard himself as he may, every moment's an ambush. ~ Horace
And I kept that secret bottled up inside until the day I was 16 and I finally unburdened myself to my parents. Naturally, they were aghast and were horrified I'd kept this from them..."Why didn't you tell us? We could've gotten a hold of the police! He could've harmed lots of kids!" True, true, true. But how do you put into words something that happened to you before you even knew what sex and perversion were? Seven years later, we had moved 140 miles away and he had died of throat cancer. Good riddance. And to this day, 48 years later...well, I have to forgive him because I'm a Christian but I get sick to my stomach whenever I think of what he did that day and how he took my innocence away forever. We forgive, but we never, ever forget.
I'm at the point in life where I don't like to watch the news much any more.