We are on our way home after a long day–a morning spent at Bible study, followed by lunch out, errands at the library and the bank, and finally, picking up my husband from work. After a quick stop at the gas station, we are a block from home. Then I see her.
A young woman is standing on a street corner, talking on her cell phone. At first glance, I see that she is sobbing. A second glance takes in the blood flowing freely from her nose and mouth. She’s been beat up. Read the rest of this entry »