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The community was shocked—coming from someone they trusted and admired. It is out there, and with so many social media avenues to exploit them, children are more vulnerable than ever.
In 2012, the community of Star City, West Virginia reeled from the horrifying revelation that two 16-year-old girls had lured their best friend to a remote location and stabbed her to death.
I can only thank some angel that day for diverting what could have been any parent’s absolute worst nightmare from coming true. And that night, as I watched him sleeping serenely in his bed, tears poured down my cheeks and I vowed to him and God above that I would keep him safe, no matter what it took.
Little buddy pedaled across the street only a split second before the truck sped through the stop sign. We make our children wear bicycle helmets and life jackets to protect them, but as they grow up, how do we safeguard them from more abstract dangers, like child pornography, sexual abuse, and cyberbullying?
The party was definitely cool, by middle-school standards. Brandy’s mom left and with a wink, told us all to “behave.” By , everyone was playing spin the bottle, and Brandy had brought out her mom’s liquor bottles.
At this point I felt so uncomfortable that everything inside of me screamed, Never was I so relieved to see my parents’ headlights pull up to the drive.
Last week, I saw my little boy’s life flash before my eyes and it shook me to the core.
We were coming back from the pool and I had stopped to talk to a neighbor.
The long-term effects of childhood sexual abuse are hard to shake.
Depression, self-loathing, and feelings of guilt haunt victims well into their adulthood.
As an eleven-year-old, my parents sat me down with a very serious look in their eyes.