I admire this dear lady so, so much. She is an overcomer, despite the horrendous memories she has to live with. The next time you are feeling sorry for yourself, please remember Phoenix and all the little girls she represents and say a prayer for them. Despite Childline, the NSPCC and similar charities around the world, this type of evil happens every day.

Life Changing the World: A Phoenix's Aria

It was the summer before I graduated high school.  I was sixteen.  We lived in the middle of no where, around the corner from my best friend.  We lived in this old a-frame farm house without central air or heat.  We sweated like pigs in the summer and froze during the winter.  We survived by squeaking by using window unit air conditioners and space heaters.

Jack A, for whatever reason, got it stuck in his craw that we had to go fishing every day that the sun was shining that summer.  There were some days that it wasn’t and he went anyway.  It was an obsession for him.  He wasn’t working or contributing to the home financially.  It was all about fishing.

Fishing, fishing, fishing, and fishing.

Needless to say, I got sick of it.  Totally and completely sick of it.  I was able to convince my mother and Jack…

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