Okay, most of you know parts of my story and some of you know all of it. My story isn’t like most people. Nobody should ever have to go through what I’ve been through.
At a very young age, I began to be sexually and mentally abused. I was young, vulnerable, and an easy target. It went on for years…. You would think I would have told my mom. But I didn’t know it was wrong because it was happening for as far as I could remember. I didn’t know what would happen if I told anyone. It went on until I was about 13 years old.
One day, I went to summer school like normal. But something different happened. Some lady that I didn’t know came and picked my sister and I up. I had no clue where we were. I was told we were going to be put in foster homes. I didn’t really think smoothing of it at the time. The hardest thing was that day was to see my sister who was only 6 years old being taken away. Seeing her cry broke my heart. But after she left it was my turn. I walked out and saw Sara and Makinzie sitting there. I still remember the first thing that Sara said to me when she got in the car. She turned to me and asked if I had angels in my heart. That stuck with me for a while.
That Sunday I went to church. I’ve been once before and didn’t really like it. But this church was different. I was greeted and felt so welcomed. I felt loved which I haven’t felt in a while. After a little while of going there, I met some amazing people that have impacted my life.
I also got to meet someone special to my heart that I didn’t have growing up. My dad. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet him. I don’t know where I would be without him.
But to wrap this up. A couple years ago I was baptized and received a calling on my life. My calling is to help girls and boys that have gone through the same thing I have. People that have been sexually and mentally abused. Nobody should ever have to go through that.
— Cheyenne, age 18
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