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I am glad you have found my page! For the people who haven't heard my story you will find it below. I hope you will support me in the walk to Prevent Child Abuse! This walk is a 20 mile walk with 1 GOAL The end of child abuse. It is held in San Antonio, Texas on November 7th, 2009. In my life bad things have happened to me, but God always sent people to help me. This walk helps me to show those people that I made it. Most of all it shows other children who are or were abused that you can make it. There can be a happy ending to the horrible story of child abuse. During the race when the 20 mile start to wear on me, I will dream of a Happier ending when child abuse is only a story of the past. Prevention is the key. Help me show our children in this world we care!
Dear Friends,
I wanted to tell you a story. It is about a little girl that I knew very well. She was a quiet, shy little girl and never really got into trouble. The little girl grew up way too fast but not by choice. She had her childhood innocence taken from her.
When the little girl was about seven years old she stood in the bathroom with her father outside the door knocking, “Let me in” he said. Her father had sent her to take a shower. She supposedly had poison ivy and he needed to put medicine on her. The little girl was so scared about what was going to happen if he got into the bathroom. “You are going to make me late for work. Let me in”, her father yelled. The little girl standing there with no clue is what to do. She yelled back “I can do it myself.” Then the lock on the door pops, the door opens, and her father is in the bathroom. “I can do it by myself” the little girl says as tears roll down her face. “No I have to do it. I have to make sure the medicine gets everywhere” said her father. The little girl stands there shaking as her father starts to put some kind cream on her body. He rubs the stuff all over her tummy. “I can do it myself” she says. Then it happens what the little girls feared would happen. He touches her in that place. The place that she is not sure why but it scares her when he touches her there. She closes her eyes and goes to that place where it is all back in her mind. Then her father says “You have to make sure the medicine gets everywhere.” Then his fingers touched the inside of her. Then the tears started to roll down the little girl’s face. It could have been from the burning pain she felt in that place or from the fact that she was so scared. Then she opened her eyes and it was over but the memory would never go away.
The abuse in the little girl’s life didn’t end there. The sexual abuse would just get worse, lasting until the little girl was sixteen. The little girl told her mother of the abuse from her father. Her mother’s response was “He is just playing with you.” The girl knew in her heart, that Daddies didn’t play with their daughters like that. The sexual part of the abuse wasn’t the worst part. The worst part would be the emotional part of the abuse. The emotional part would stay with the girl for life, affecting every aspect of her life. She forgot how to cry when she hurt. She forgot how to laugh when someone tickled her. Most of all she forgot how to let someone love her.
When the little girl was nineteen she saw her father interacting with another young girl. The look in the young girl’s eyes said it all. The little girl knew she had to stop him before he hurt anyone like he hurt her. She spoke up and told her story. She took her father to court. It was a long hurtful battle for the girl, but in the end it was worth it. Her father pleaded guilty to all charges. He only got ten years probation, but for the little girl knowing he couldn’t hurt her again was enough.
I would like to now tell you this little girl is me. My name is Shiloh Ann; I am now thirty-three years old. I work everyday to over come what my Father and Mother took from me. I now cry, laugh, and most of all I can let people love me. I stopped asking the question why me. I now am determined to say no more. I am working on stopping child abuse of any kind. I can’t stop it all, but with everyone working together we can.
I have promised myself that my family’s abuse chain stops with me. My children will not lose their childhood. I hope to help others end their chain of abuse. I have found a great organization called Prevent Child Abuse Texas. They hold a 20 mile walk every year to raise money. I have decided to join the walk. On November 7, 2009 150 people will be walking step by step to put an end to child abuse. I will be doing the walk for the little girl in me and for all the other children who are still living in abuse. Please help me by supporting me in the walk by donating under my name. There is a link below that will take you to my page with instructions on how to give and a link to Prevent Child Abuse Texas. I thank you for taking the time to read my story and hope you take the time to donate.
Shiloh Ann Morris
I would like to thank all my friends and family that have helped me get this far. Thank you for putting up with my ups and downs in life. Most of all thank you for just being there for me.
To my great husband, I thank you for sticking out this long crazy road with me to my happy place. You are my angle from above. I love you more than words can say!
I wanted to keep everyone updated about my journey to the walk. I will put in updates along the way. I will put in information and stories I hear. This journey is not only for me. It is a journey for all my friends and family that have supported me.
April 8th:
I was so touch by the support of my friends and family when I sent this out. THANK YOU again and again!! One thing I didn't think would happen is all the people who told me of their stories of abuse. I am writing the name of every person I hear about on the shirt I will wear for the walk. They will walk the walk with me in my mind but will always be in my heart.
For you who don't know my husband Kevin and I grew up together. He has been around for it all with me the good and the BAD. He has seen first hand what abuse does to a person. He is walkiing in the walk with me. We will push each other and remind each other of our goal. So please check out his page: