Help in scary times

God is always there to help— even when we feel frightened.

Every Friday afternoon after school, I had to take a bus to my grandmother's house on the other side of town. I'm not going to tell you that I was a Little Red Riding Hood about to be accosted by a wolf. But one Friday a man sitting next to me on the bus began to touch me in a way that I knew wasn't right.

I didn't know how to stop him. To me, adults were to be obeyed. What could I do or say to stop him? I was afraid and embarrassed.

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