Opening ourselves up to hear and understand the horrors and sorrows in the life of another does not have to negate our personal grief or weigh futilely on our souls, it just expands our capacity for compassion and endurance.
Unspeakable horrors happened to you. Your earliest memories expose trusts broken by parents who should have loved you – protected you.
Grown ups who bought and sold you to satisfy their warped desires.
I saw the hurt in your eyes when I begged you to stop telling me. I couldn’t even bear to hear what you had somehow managed to live.
You were just a boy, 10 years old when you left home. You chose a life of prostitution. Somehow you had glamourized that life-style. You thought that you’d make lots of money.
Then you’d go get your brothers – rescue them from your abusive addict of a mother. And raise them on your own and give them a chance for a better future.
You were only 17. You were nervous and ashamed. You were quiet…
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