With a Cautious Word

When I first began to tell my story, I was fearful. I felt unbelieved. I had no witness to corroborate the crimes I’d lived through. A strange thing began to happen as I talked. People did listen, whether they wanted to or not, my story was being heard. I received a call one day fromContinue reading “With a Cautious Word”

With a Cautious Word

When I first began to tell my story, I was fearful. I felt unbelieved. I had no witness to corroborate the crimes I’d lived through. A strange thing began to happen as I talked. People did listen, whether they wanted to or not, my story was being heard. I received a call one day fromContinue reading “With a Cautious Word”