No, I'm not doing Operation Freefall this year. The fibro makes that a really bad idea. But someone else is.
Oh, ladies and gentlemen, I am in love with a girl, and maybe she's about to figure out how awesome she really-truly is.
On April 25th, Spooky will be jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
Why? She says: I was date raped when I was 16. As a result, I literally lost about a year out of my life. I have a remarkably good memory, and I can remember very little about my senior year of high school. I turned 17, I graduated, and I pretty much ran away from home all within a week...I fled to Philadelphia, to my mother's arms. And it took a few more years before I was really able to get a grip on all the after-effects of that rape.
To quote the Operation Freefall website:
The FBI categorizes rape as the second most violent crime a person can experience, second only
to murder. To put it another way, it’s the most violent and traumatic crime any victim lives to
remember. Every two minutes, another American is sexually assaulted. It is the most underreported
of all crimes in the United States. The effects of sexual violence affect all of us.
I am jumping out of a perfectly good plane in part because I want to do something radical for the child I once was. I am alive. I am alive despite my conviction for years that I shouldn't be, that rape doesn't happen to smart girls.
(She is so brave.)
She needs to raise $600 in order to participate. Of course, the more, the better! So please -
And pass this on!
(Oh, I wish I could jump. Awful idea with my body the way it is. And I do volunteer lots with BARCC. But still. I shall jump vicariously through her!)
(I am so, so proud of her.)