Just like that, as I stood there watching, the man’s soul left his body. He was still sitting up in bed, his eyes closed, his head wrapped in gauze. He looked like he was sleeping, and his body was still warm. But he was dead. He was gone.
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"Sista, are you sure you're strong enough for Africa?" the woman sitting on the bench next to me asked. I silently shrugged. I had been in Togo for less than an hour, and already I was having serious doubts.
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For years I said that because breast cancer kept me from traveling to Africa, the Somali girls were God's way of bringing Africa to me -- as if the Invisible Girls were a consolation prize. I was really wrong.
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If you're a friend or a family member who's walking this road with someone who's healing from sexual trauma, wondering how to walk this road well with them, there are four simple things that every survivor I've ever talked to said they needed to hear. Four simple things I said to my friend last night, that I'll tell her again today.
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