After Mitzi found me that March morning, she of course called the police and the ambulance, and I was taken to the hospital. I was in a state of shock and stayed that way for over two weeks. Mitzi stayed right there beside me, as she whispered prayers and scriptures in my ears. She played some of my favorite music, and she sat and stroked my long hair, as she talked to me and told me how much she needed me. Without her tender words, I am not sure I would have come back. But she was stuck in there, and eventually I opened my eyes, and it was horror all over again, as soon as I remembered just what had happened. I had not forgotten, and maybe it would have been easier if I had.