Why I am supporting Safelight's cause... It took me a long time to admit outloud that I had been in an abusive relationship for roughly the last year an d half of my college career. I studied domestic violence/interpersonal partner violence during that time, but continued to do what many people trapped in those relationships do...
I"is it worth it?", "do you really think that's what love is?", and yes, even when said "you study this stuff, you know what this is, why do you let yourself go through this?"
To raise $85,000 by October 14, 2017, in support of the Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking Los Angeles (CAST LA) and it's mission to build a future where Human Trafficking exists.
NYC Marathon 2016 was the most awesome race of all to date. The day was beautiful, the crowd fantastic, and I had a great day in the Big Apple even after taking a spill at Mile 13. Now, seriously ~ who breaks an arm running a marathon? And who keeps running because 'broken' didn't cross her mind? That would be me. What a learning curve!
Why I am supporting Safelight's cause... It took me a long time to admit outloud that I had been in an abusive relationship for roughly the last year an d half of my college career. I studied domestic violence/interpersonal partner violence during that time, but continued to do what many people trapped in those relationships do... I stayed; even when asked "why?", "is it worth it?", "do you really think that's what love is?", and yes, even when said "you study this stuff, you know what this is, why do you let yourself go through this?"
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather."How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when
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