I ran for the numerous times my head was held under the bathtub faucet and then over the furnace vent. I ran for the kick to my throat. I ran for the shoves, hits, pulled hair, name calling, and I even ran for the sexual abuse. I ran for my brothers and sisters. I ran for the hundreds, thousands, of children, who like me, have been abused or neglected. I ran on behalf of those who are too afraid to speak up. I ran for those who have. I ran for those in need of a special advocate, someone who will help fight for their well being, their soul, their life.
I ran in support of the dedicated staff and volunteers of CASA. These special people share their precious time to stand up for the abused and neglected children who need an extra voice, extra hands, and unconditional love.
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