I sit quietly and realize that God has been taking care of me this whole time. Maybe not in luxurious ways. Maybe not an easy life. But through protection,provision, good health, surviving hard days and always having just enough to keep going.
Her own father got her drunk… then raped her for four hours straight.
She couldn’t even walk afterward. Her uncle had to carry her into the hospital.
The rape kit proved his DNA.
She was left so broken she took her own life — because she couldn’t live with what her dad did to her.
And he’s only getting THREE YEARS?
This is not justice. This is a slap in the face to every survivor.
May he never know a single second of peace.
Say her name. Share this until they listen. 💔
My professor used to say, ‘Everything is hard until it’s not.’ I didn’t understand it back then, but I understand it now. The beginning is always the hardest part, but with consistency, the difficulty gradually loses its grip.
Some of you take these jobs way too seriously 😭. Why are you snitching on coworkers, skipping breaks, coming in on your days off, and refusing to use your PTO or call out? Especially for jobs with little to no room for growth.