I'm halfway through Michelle Knights book about her kidnapping in Cleveland. My eyes glued to every word, my soul aching for her souls journey, my fingers gripping the pages tight with anxiety. My stomach wretching with the description of the rapings she endured.
The question we have asked from the very beginning of finding this out, is how can someone do these things to another person. How can you be so mentally unstable that nothing in your heart stops you. How many other "monsters" are out there doing the same thing.
As I was reading, a sickening feeling came over me with the realization that I was living in Cleveland when this was happening. I was reading apartment ads and perusing neighborhoods for a place to live that was probably only 10-20 minutes away from where these girls were locked up. Talk about hitting close to home....
I guess as humans we all ask, what if? What could I have done? What could I have driven by and seen? It makes you just really look at life in black and white. I've lived a life of luxury, I've been provided safety, shelter, love, family. Something that many have not been able to ever experience. To this all I can say to my Lord is thank you. No one of us is more or less important then another. But Thank you God.
