The doorbell rang. I could hear someone sobbing outside. I opened the door. "Help me. My husband is....." sobbed the lady who had just moved in next door. I couldn't hear her, but wordlessly followed her into her apartment. Her husband wasn't lying in a pool of blood, or having a heart attack. "My husband is hitting me", she had said.
All I could do was hold her tight, and let her cry her sorrow away. I marvel at the courage it must have taken to approach a stranger for help. And hope they can sort it out. Or not.
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3 comments:
Natasha - Oh, what a sad story! It really does take incredible courage to tell someone when abuse is going on. I think it can take even more courage to leave the abuser...
That is huge courage.
And then to find the courage to ensure that she is never hit again.
Wow. If only all the abused women were that brave. We stand ready to help, but most victims are so completely caught in that web that they see no way out. What can we do to change that? I'm stumped. Glad she has a neighbor like you!
Tina @ Life is Good
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