One freezing winter morning, probably about zero degrees Fahrenheit, I remember walking to the bus stop. Upon arriving, I realized no one else who caught the same bus was present. It was then I realized I had missed the school bus. There was a cold light rain falling.
I was consumed with fear. I couldn’t go home. The train station was nearly empty. So I sat down inside the station on a cold metal bench with my ragged coat and cried.
After awhile, a man approached me, knelt in front of me and asked me what was wrong. I told him, through sobs, of how I walked to the bus stop this morning, and how frightened I felt to go home because I just knew I would get in trouble. He told me that he would walk me home and explained school had been cancelled because sleet was falling
He held out his hand and he walked me home.
When we arrived at the farmhouse, Cleo was still asleep. Lou met us at the door. Lou was still hung-over from drinking the night before. The man explained about how school was cancelled and he made sure I arrived home safely.
Later that day the police paid a visit. Lou put me in the basement and told me to not make a sound as he locked the basement door. I could hear the officer asking if there was a little girl who lived there. Lou denied it. The officer asked if he could look around. I could hear footsteps above me. Soon, however, the officer thanked Lou for his time and drove away.
I do not know how long I would have sat there at the train station if that man hadn’t approached me. I was terrified of being punished for missing the bus. I don’t remember if he ever told me his name. I don’t even remember what he looked like. What I do know is, he was kind and he attempted to get help. He was an Angel at the Train Station to a freezing, cold, abused, neglected, terrified little 7 year-old-girl. So many others passed me by … but my angel saw a need and reached out a hand to help.
Do angels call the police? I don’t know.
Even so, I don’t blame the cop. If you didn’t know to look for the basement door tucked under the stairs, you wouldn’t have found them … or me either.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
Would you please be so kind and sign the following petition asking all professing Christians to better address the subject of sexual abuse?
A Public Statement Concerning Sexual Abuse in the Church of Jesus Christ by Godly Response to Abuse in the Christian Environment (G.R.A.C.E.).