(Many of you may think this story to be wildly imaginative ...and sick. Yes, I too, agree with how sick it is ...but these things do happen. The confinement is not usually behind thick concrete walls, though it makes it no less terrifying.)

Usually, the impenetrable walls are fears, layered with incident after incident of unchecked and constant torment and violence.

Does it help to dwell on this all the time?

No.

Our Pastor preaches what Jesus has told us, "Therefore, don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things."

I understand the need to have faith like this ...but, I also realize how difficult it must be for those to whom the difficulty is brought.

Though it is often proclaimed that ignorance is bliss, it is not to the victim ...and if I want to continue to believe it is not real, I've also been told, "You don't know Jack."

It is not good to isolate or remove ourselves from it, merely saying, "It will never happen to me," but worse in saying, "It doesn't matter as long as it doesn't happen to me."

Yes, I am now reading this ...ten years after I had written it. I don't know what kind of impact it would have upon anyone else who may read it, but a very effective way of communicating (which is more difficult to ignore) is the movie industry. It took them nearly a decade to get it released, and it is not just a fictional story like mine is (to bring light to what does happen), their story is based on a true story of Tim Ballard, who I would consider a hero (though he doesn't look at himself that way, as he felt it was just something he felt he had to do, and the children are the heroes). The movie is called 'Sound of Freedom', and we saw the movie last week.