I don't think of myself as especially brave. E tells me that i don't see anything about myself as unusual or especially valuable because it's stuff that's so natural to me. Maybe bravery is one of those things.
Whether I am, or not, since I've been blogging here, I've had the honor of hearing some pretty amazing life stories told by women who blow me away.
Today, M shared part of a story with me, that, in combination with something else I knew was going on with someone oh-so dear to me, just made me cry. Right there. On the spot. Hot angry/sad tears streaming down both my cheeks, and me, with difficulty breathing. My heart just hurts beyond the meaning of that word, for all of us who have been injured by the very people who were supposed to keep us safe. And the stories--oh, the stories and the depths of the pain they hold. No one should have such stories, you know?
So, here's a really quick, down and dirty, from the heart shout out to all the brave girls who refuse to be silent anymore. May our stories inspire and empower bravery in others, and may our combined voices do something to prevent the hurting of more children.