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A Message from Survivor J.

January 6th, 2015

For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.

Isaiah 41:13

It’s all just a memory now. Much of it faded by drugs, some of it forgotten because that’s what I’ve trained my mind to do, but most of it right at the top of my mind; all it takes is a movie scene, or a rap song and I remember. A trip to Harlem or the Bronx and it feels like those girls in the 6 inch heels and skimpy outfits is me, all over again. I wish I could walk up to them like Windie would and say all the right words to make them realize that they’re worth so much more than that, but I’m not. I mean, I’m still getting over it; less than a year ago, that was my life too.

It’s difficult to put into words, I don’t like to voluntarily remember the lowest point of my life, “rock bottom” some might call it. But basically, I was the girl that had everything going for me, talented, smart, pretty. It all started with a boyfriend back home in New York. Next thing I knew, I was in North Dakota, thousands of miles away from any friends or family with a boy that I once loved, turned into an abusive, drug addict monster. He came for a job on the oilfield, and ended up selling me when he lost his job. That’s how it all started.

About two months in to “the life” was when I first met Windie. “Little one” she called me, not because I was little, but because of my young na├»tivity. I didn’t know how dangerous “the game” could be. After bouncing back and forth between “the life” and trying to leave it, three months in I finally broke down and couldn’t do it any more. Being used and treated like trash day in and day out had “taken my sparkle” as Windie stated with tears in the corners of her eyes and a waver in her voice. That’s all I needed to hear. I gave her permission to do whatever it took (pepper spray may or may not have been involved in that deal) to keep me from going back.

She did the unthinkable, she took me into her home and took care of me until I was accepted into a program in New York. At first, I just couldn’t believe that someone could care so much about a random girl but through therapy and unconditional love, Windie helped me to realize my true potential. Along the way I learned about Jesus and my life and now I’m changed forever. The Lord does amazing work through his daughter Windie, through her, he saves lives and changes them for the better. If she wasn’t doing the work that she does, I honestly don’t know where I’d be today. I know for sure that I wouldn’t be where I am today and doing as well as I am right now, so I’d just love to thank her and 4Her for everything that she does and to keep up the AMAZING work! Stay Blessed in everything you do Windie!