Hungry Like the Wolf

Unfortunately, a good friend of mine told me that she was the victim of burglary-rape. Apparently, someone she knew broke into the home she was staying at and raped her, while a child lie asleep next to her. Being the brave soul she is, she took the hurt to protect the child, because the guy was thinking of harming the child, as he brutally slapped the child when she woke up crying. She was able to fight him off long enough to call out to neighbors, who took the child to safety. Now, my friend is left with both physical and emotional scars that will not heal. An act of COWARDICE like this is what really grinds my gears. How patheticly selfish do you have to be to think that something like that is cool in the LEAST bit?! I was infuriated that it happened to her, but I was more worried about the after effects that she had to bear.

Then came the hardest part. I wanted to comfort her, but I had NO clue where to start. I could not feel her pain, nor did I feel that I was qualified to help her. I tried to console my friend, but a thing in the back of my mind was locked on prayer. With that, I randomly began to pray for this woman and this fiend who brought this hurt upon her. After I was done, I heard what I believed to be sighs of satisfaction. I prayed after we got off the phone that He had led me to tell her the right thing.

Domestic abuse and rape burns me in a really sore spot. No matter what gender is the perpetrator (there are men-beaters out there, too!!), the stuff is UNCALLED for!! If you feel you gotta beat your point into someone or force yourself on someone, then the problem is YOU! Check your DAMN self!!! *steps off soap box quietly*

-B