Assaulted on campus: How I prayed

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One afternoon during my sophomore year of college, I walked out of a literature class with my friend. It was a warm autumn day, and the leaves of the maple trees on campus had turned a beautiful bright orange and yellow. So we decided to read our assignment outdoors.

We walked to the school’s canoe dock, where we could sit and study with our feet dangling in the river. On the way, we passed the tennis courts and said hello to a guy we were friends with who was playing tennis with other students. Then, we strolled across the width of the football field and down a small hill to the water. After kicking off our shoes, we sat down on the edge of the dock and were soon engrossed in our work.

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