I was in the Waco Center for Youth (WCY) for one year. A lot of the kids that had been in SASH with me in San Antonio made the transition to Waco or were already there. I had met a girl named Barb* in SASH and we couldn't stand each other. She was there already and even though we despised each other I think that we were both just happy to see a familiar face. We became friends there and are still best friends today! This is after everyone said that we would never see each other again after that place.
Things were structured, most of the people were nice and I feel like I did a lot of healing there. That would be that last time I would be in a hospital.
On my way to Dallas on Wednesday I got the sudden urge to go by there when we hit Waco. I wasn't sure until why until I got there. I had to see the place where I was lost. I HAD too.
I looked up at the house towards that room I shared with Barb and could actually picture that little girl lost. I shed a tear for that little girl who's innocence was taken away from her. And when I turned and looked at my beautiful children waiting for me, I thanked God for every blessing in my life and thanked my lucky stars that as long as I'm alive my daughter will never have that happen to her.
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