As the years went by I didnt think about how much yell was putting me down until we had moved to Louisiana and then back to Oregon. You call yourself a mother and in your heart you could never do wrong. What kind of a mother would do that to her own daughter? You all would always tell me that I did not belong with you guys well you know youre right I dont belong to none of you. So you know all of you guys were wrong in what you have done. One day I will find my children.

Creating a life so beautiful is a miracle. Born loved, wanted, needed, cared for, properly fed, cleaned in the way a child should be birthed into the world. It takes a hell of a woman and a man to be a parent. Anyone can make a baby, and blood doesn't make a family. My story is quite the opposite. To sum it up: born unwanted, used, physically and mentally abused, descerted for dogs, they ate meat I survived on ketchup sandwiches. But I was highly favored by God that my biological grandparents heard of my existence when I was six years old and traveled back and forth from Wichita Falls to Watts, California, where I had a little chance but no chance in California to complete my summary after the ketchup sandwiches. I wore the same dress, same zipped-up red house shoes, not a nickled daily for milk, which was daily taken from me. My hair was long and daily used as a rope to spin me around. If you don't want your child, give it up and just maybe it will have a chance. After my adoption, I went on to college, had a son, moved back to Hollywood to pursue a positive role model, followed my dream, which may not be yours. Okay, just don't dream. Make it come true-whatever it is. We all fall at some point in some fashion. The key is to get up, brush yourself off, keep looking, and going forward. Learn from mistakes. It's called knowledge. I'm not a woman scared of taking chance. I'm a woman who believes in herself and my higher power in God. He's there for you. Use Him and believe in yourself.

Amy was a ten year old who was kidnapped from a park . Taken across the county line . She was sexually assaulted and beaten. Everyone in the town was looking for her . Until the tragic moment came when they found her in the school yard. This book is meant to help let parents know what could happen to your child in the least of a moment.

The life story of a little girl that endured various different hardships in life, lived to tell her testimony as an adult.

John grew up in poverty in Limerick, Ireland, in the 1960s. Fatherless, and with a family in chaos, John fell prey to the predatory clutches of a neighbour, setting off a cycle of sexual abuse that eventually led to being sold as a teenage prostitute. Against all odds, John put himself through college and became a lawyer. But there was no escaping his past. One day, a man arrived in desperate need of representation and failed to recognise John as the boy he'd once abused. Now John had a choice to make... Nobody Heard Me Cry is both a devastating expose of a stolen childhood and an unforgettable story of survival. Most of all, it is a heartfelt plea to hear the cries of other children in need.

For Fauziya Kassindja, an idyllic childhood in Togo, West Africa, sheltered from the tribal practices of polygamy and genital mutilation, ended with her beloved father's sudden death. Forced into an arranged marriage at age seventeen, Fauziya was told to prepare for kakia, the ritual also known as female genital mutilation. It is a ritual no woman can refuse. But Fauziya dared to try. This is her story--told in her own words--of fleeing Africa just hours before the ritual kakia was to take place, of seeking asylum in America only to be locked up in U.S. prisons, and of meeting Layli Miller Bashir, a law student who became Fauziya's friend and advocate during her horrifying sixteen months behind bars. Layli enlisted help from Karen Musalo, an expert in refugee law and acting director of the American University International Human Rights Clinic. In addition to devoting her own considerable efforts to the case, Musalo assembled a team to fight with her on Fauziya's behalf. Ultimately, in a landmark decision in immigration history, Fauziya Kassindja was granted asylum on June 13, 1996. Do They Hear You When You Cry is her unforgettable chronicle of triumph.

She should have been focused on playing with dolls, spending time with friends and relishing hugs from her caring family around her. Yet five-year-old Sharyn experienced instead the sadness, anxiety and silent suffering that comes from being a young victim of sexual abuse and incest at the hands of an uncle. What s more, she also endured harsh beatings from her callous mother and had to regularly fight off the carnal advances of her mother s boyfriend. The painful scars left by the abuse would turn anyone from the loving grace of Jesus, but author Sharyn Anderson-Campbell chose instead to accept the healing that could only come from the Savior. In The Cry No One Heard, Sharyn reflects on the difficult growing years of her life where fear of rejection was paramount and her cry for help fell on deaf ears, especially within her family. Her relationship with God was even more strained, which is very apparent in a series of journal entries she includes in the book that contain the demonic oppression she endured during this fragile time. With time though, Sharyn deepened her relationship and dependence on God, breaking free from the emotional chains of her abuse and finding forgiveness in her heart for her abusers. She provides prayer examples for forgiving abuse from others and for accepting the plan of salvation in one s life. Her hope is that abuse can be prevented for future generations of children, through people who will answer the innocence s cry for help and do all they can to keep more children from becoming victims of abuse. It does no good to listen for the cry, hear the cry, and do nothing about the cry. We must act and act immediately to save the children, and keep them from becoming offenders.