So later that night, I called my pastor, asked him about telling my story on Sunday morning. We met up on Friday, and talked about my story over coffee. He was impressed, and was amazed that I was still alive!
So Sunday morning, I got up on the stage, and told my story. People were awestruck! I saw all the different emotions from sadness to complete happiness. Once I finished speaking my pastor said "You can ask her any questions you may have after the service. Thank you all for coming!"
Many people came up to me and asked questions like:
"How did you feel when they abducted you?"
" When and where did they take you?"
"Did they ever hurt you?"
Once I had finished all the questions, I gathered all of my essentials, and went home.
Once I got home, I just laid on my bed, drifting away minute by minute. Then, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and noticed a note on my door that said "We went out to eat. Bring you back something when u wake up." Then I went back to sleep, being exhausted from the adventure.
