April 4, 2004
Sixteen years ago, she stood in the bathroom cleaning a soap dish. It was just after midnight. She saw the reflection of the blade in the mirror...the arm wrapped around her throat. She didn't think...she acted. The only wound she received was the cut on her right hand from knocking that damn blade off her side. She fought and screamed knowing deep within that he would turn and leave. He was planning to rape her. She shuddered when she heard that...to be the object of someone's rape fantasy is not in the least flattering. She forgave anyway.