Save A Life
In the little rural library I work in there is a back room. In this tiny room we have DVD’s and Video Tapes that the patrons can check out. It sparked a memory yesterday,a sick feeling in my gut. I was reminded of the basement of the Woolworth’s store I worked in, when I was a girl of 16 in 1966.
My boss was a swarthy looking man of 28. A married father with two young children and a beautiful wife. He would just appear when I had gone down into the basement to get stock for the makeup counter. It was kept on metal shelves in little brown labeled boxes. It was so hard to find what I needed quickly, although i tried. He would appear around a corner with that smug smile.
The same question that comes to mind, even all these years later, why didn’t I say something, scream something,do something besides let him touch me, kiss me,hold me tightly.
This memory came back in that little room yesterday and I felt as if I was in the basement again. The store’s, my family home’s any basement will do. For someone to put their hands on you.
I am so angry right now because those men affected all the love I ever had to give. For I am so good at shutting off
and burying everything that should or shouldn’t matter,and I know how to kill the pain.
My heart bleeds for all those who have been abused and I pray for all those who will be because abusers are another cancer in our society that has no cure.
If I could I would tell every girl or boy or man or woman that is being abused to speak out, scream out, NO!!
Parents be aware, it could be family, teachers, clergy,Bosses. More often than not it is people you know not strangers. Protect your children.