There are so many things about this story that bother me. That disgust me. That make me sick. That make me angry.
The fact that a child was living in a very abusive home for years and no one bothered to notice or if they did, care. That her life was so horrific that she is actually thankful that she was kidnapped and tortured. Raped. Terrorized.
Stop and let that sink in for a bit.
What a horrific world we live in.
I am tempted to make this into an argument about the state of our country, but I will not.
I find her bravery inspiring. So much can be learned from her. From her courage. From her attitude. From her, well, from her.
I fear the tendency for people is to read a story like this and think, I have suffered, but not like this; therefore, I have no right to feel what I feel or to hurt the way I hurt.
I do think we can all look at those who have sacrificed or suffered in unimaginable ways and perhaps gain a bit of perspective, but pain is not so easily quantified. The lesson is not in the crime or in the amount of suffering, but in the healing.
“I want to be able to help people who might not know where to turn,” she explained. “To see that there is a road to recovery.”
There is, indeed, much to learn from her.