Today, I woke up and rolled out of bed before my alarm was set to go off at 6:20 am; instead I'm up at 6 am wondering what the hell! I feel like I'm sleep walking. You see, of late all I've been able to think of is that which can not be known for there is no person that can answer my questions, and there are so many unanswered questions in my mind right now. Why are good people with good hearts made to suffer while people of low moral character are elevated and allowed to excel? How does it happen that three young women are locked away in a house (a prison) like animals for ten years while their captures live their lives free? Ten years these women will never get back and now they come into a world that's just as unsafe as the prison they just left. They will have to learn how to adjust to a world that they don't know, where there are worst demons than the ones they were freed from.
I can't imagine how awful it's going to be for them to remember ten years of repeated abuse. Ten years of hoping for freedom or that someone would just notice them and care enough to help them. It's my prayer that they stick together because no one else will understand their plight, their hurt, or their pain.
Today they have joy because they are finally freed from their hell but tomorrow when the dust settles they will think of all that's been lost to them. Precious moments they can never get back; going to the prom, graduating high school, going to college, seeing a mother's face and feeling her touch knowing you will never have that again, and falling in love. All these occasions they missed because someone decided that their lives didn't matter, no more than a piece of furniture to use as needed. Today, they have a little bit of peace, today they feel safe and secure with their families, but for how long?
Soon they will be traumatized over again by going through a court case where they will be treated like the criminal, where their lives will be put under a microscope, and where they will wonder if it's all worth it.
Then there's the fact that our society will mark them as damaged goods. They will be seen as poor victims and not as beautiful women that are alive today and can say I survived. They will from now on be remembered as those women who were imprisoned by three brothers. A hell of a legacy to carry.
Today we mourn for them but they don't need our mourning; they need our support, our empathy, and our love. All three of them will need our encouragement, maybe a shoulder to cry on, an understanding ear, or just someone to say I'm so sorry for what happened to you.
I thank God for the man who answered a call because he heard a cry for help. Today, I celebrate you sir because not everyone would step up that way. You know them, "the it doesn't concern me folks."
Every day bad things happen to good people for whatever reason, it is my hope that someone will answer the call for help and not ignore it. Maybe then more lives would be saved in this world.
I'm Lady PJ and information is power so be informed.
Here's a link to the story: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/05/07/charles-ramsey-interview-missing-women_n_3227093.html
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