I survived being kidnapped and sexually abused by a neighbor at 3 years of age. He also drowned me. I escaped after twelve hours … it is amazing how these experiences alter one’s life, yet the will to survive is so strong that I am grateful I am alive. He died in prison at the hands of another inmate when I was seventeen years old. The worst was there was no justice for me as I could not testify properly and he got off, later raping others until he was caught. I hated him for the pain he caused me and my family. I think we can survive any trauma. I am unsure if I forgive the monster. I am now seventy three years old and I help others who have been abused … it keeps me halfway sane. Perhaps because he died I feel some sort of relief, yet I have mixed feelings about what really should have been done to him. I only know that I believe in God and this gives me some comfort, some solace.