Jul
31
Please Come Get Me
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When she called she was whispering and begging, “Please come get me.” We picked her up and when we had driven just a few blocks away, she said, “They’re hurting me.” And, she showed us her bruises. She was 80 years old and very frightened. “Please don’t make me go back.”
We found her a safe, new place to live where no one hurt her. She called me one day to say, “I am walking on a treadmill. They have an exercise room here. Isn’t that wonderful?” I thought it was and what a difference – from frightened to fun in the fitness room.
