All around me there was chaos.
I felt the air suddenly fill my lungs and I was back.
So I walked to the sink, and picked up a tiny red plastic cup that I had been using since childhood. When I was little I would beg my mother to get me water from that cup. Whwn I was little I always thought it "tasted" better when she filled it. It must have been so annoying for her to fill it soooo many times because it was a tiny cup. BUT, she would fill it over and over for me.
I filled up that cup on my own this time.
Such a different feeling as compared to where I had just been.
I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I threw the cup, water and all at my father.
Usually after he beat me he’d come in and force me to let him clean me up, which was even more humiliating. THIS time, he came right in and started in on me again. Bam bam bam…my blood from my nose going everywhere…
Next thing I knew, our neighbor was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I have NO idea how she got into the house.
That God that is out there had my life in their hand and didn't end it speaks volumes to me.
In my mind God CHOSE not to end it. I had so much left to learn.
My life had only JUST begun.