Daily dose of Inspiration

#3 | Forgiveness

Forgiving the people who wronged us ain't easy and it requires a lot of time for us to heal. However, it feels so good when we finally give it to someone.

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Forgiveness is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.

- Lewis B. Smedes

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Ten years ago, my family decided to celebrate Christmas in our villa located in Baguio City.

It's December twenty two, how would I ever forget this date- the day I got abducted.

I pleaded Mom that day, I asked her to come with me at the farm to purchase the city's famous strawberries.

It made me happy carrying a basket while self harvesting the sweet red fruit.

Mom refused to come with me because she was busy wrapping gifts that she'll give us on Christmas eve.

My brothers went for a horseback riding with Dad. So I have no choice but to ask Nana Lourdes, our head servant to come with me instead.

On our way home, three burly men I assumed in their late forties got out from their vehicle and approached us. All of them took out their guns aiming at us.

Nana and me freaked out.

One guy hit Nana's head with his gun. She fell on the ground losing her consciousness because of the assault.

Another guy covered my mouth and nose with a hanky. I have no idea what's in it, all I know is that it made me sleep.

I woke up sitting on a chair inside a nasty place. It's an abandoned storage as I saw filthy bottles of soda piled on pallets. I even saw rats and cockroaches crawling all over the place.

My hands and feet were sore. It was tied up with nylon chords. Even my mouth was covered with a duct tape.

All I can do was cry. I was so scared and helpless at that moment.

My assailants called someone. I realized it was my Dad as they demanded twenty million ransom money from him.

Money sucking demons! I wanted to shout but I can't.

Their leader soon left. The two remaining guys was sitting not so far from where I am. They're drinking cheap gin and finished three bottles of it.

One of them fell asleep while the other was staring at me like a demon. He soon came near me and started to undress.

"You're pretty little girl. I should taste you before someone else's does." He said while starting to fondle my private parts.

No! Please no!

I can't shout for help or even if I can, nobody will hear me. All I can do was cry and pray hoping for a miracle that someone would rescue me from this pandemonium.

The Lord is indeed listening to my prayers. Out of nowhere, a boy showed up before the man could molest me completely.

He hit that man's head with a piece of wood which made him passed out. He untied and helped me escape. I will forever be thankful to that courageous boy.