i didn't plan to. it just happened.
a friend was telling me about his daughter - who had been abused by a boyfriend. i've know the family for at least 5 years. she was one of my students. i knew that there was something wrong - but not what had happened. my friend - the girl's father - was telling me she was seeing a T but they were still concerned about her. i could tell that - of course - the parents as well as the girl were all hurting.
i wanted to help. all i could think of was to tell him what had happened to me. i wanted to give him something that would make him feel better.
i said: "there is something i want to tell you. i was also abused as a kid. but i didn't get any help until i was in my 30s. instead i repressed it and denied it and it festered and infected m whole life. i am so thankful that your daughter is getting help NOW - with no delay."
i was shaking and choking up and starting to tear as i spoke. he reached out and hugged me. i was surprised. i wanted to comfort him. but he also comforted me. he said i was her favorite teacher and that i had already helped her more than i knew - even without knowing of her circumstances. i'm glad i told. maybe that will help a little, too.
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....