Hello all.
Somthing rather inspiring happened to me today, I would like to tell you about it.
As I may or may not have mentioned, I am taking a philosopy course at collage. The class, even though its only one session of 3 hours a week is very interesting and my class mates are a good bunch.
One of the class mates is a girl called Lisa. Lisa is around 5 9'' , is slim of build (petite is the word) , has short black hair and is really quite attractive. Lisa, along with a couple of other people, is also taking an english course and they were comparing the essays they had written. II'm not sure of the exact title but the subject was along the lines of "the worst experences of their lives". All had to be true, no hint of fiction was permitted.
Basically Lisa's essay tell the story of how she was chucked out on to the street at 16 buy her father. The local youth housing scheme had a two month waiting list and with no where else to go that first night she ended up sleeping in the toilets in the train station.
She met a teenage boy who was also homless and he showed her the basics (i.e how to steal) he also got her addicted to speed (or some anphetamine vaireant) by giving her a free hit every day. This went on for about a week , untill she came back one day and was told that she had to start paying for her drugs.
I'm sure you can see where this is going.
I'm not sure if it would count as rape but it sounds pretty damn close to me. Sex for drugs and she wouldnt have been classed as a willing participant by any stretch of the imigination.
You are probably wondering how any of this has inspired me. Well, this happened but it was almost 3 years ago now. Lets take a look at Lisa today.
Lisa has a steady (part time) job, is due to finish her A levels with good marks, is plannning to go to university, lives with her boyfriend who she is going to marry late next year.
she is bright, witty and one of the most friendly and out going people I have ever met. My point is that if she can go through a horrible experence like and not come out the other side bitter twisted and carring more emotion baggege than a bell boy on steroids, then my problem paile into insignificance beside them.