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Tom and I had unlocked the shackles of my past and learned that the cycle of abuse could be broken, and the affects of abuse could be healed. Through the act of trusting, I had learned that life was for living, sharing and loving one another.

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Hide! Hide! Hide hissed his frantic voice
and so I hid as a child without choice
where should I hide to make myself lesser
not under the bed nor beside the dresser

I scrambled like a frightened spider
I tried to hide as her eyes opened wider
I crawled across the cold tiled floor
wishing to hide behind the bedroom door

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I believe our molesters had choices to make. When they made the wrong choices, God continued to make His self available to us. With all that I am, I know God was with me, even in the darkest shadows of my childhood.