Try, if you can, to step outside of your grown up skin and slip into the skin that you wore when you were a child. Pick an age - whichever age you remember feeling most vulnerable. Now, think of an adult that you trusted with your whole heart.Your mom, your dad, your aunt or uncle...? Now, instead of wrapping yourself in a warm and comfortable memory, let the room turn dark. let that vulnerability evolve into absolute helplessness. Let that trust disolve into a pool of fear and confusion. I'm certain you know where I am going with this....you can let that scene fade.
uncomfortable, wasn't it? Well, now picture trying to tell someone.
Every day, children all over the world face this horrifying blackness. Often, the children who find the courage and the words to tell, end up in a court room - facing the person who robbed them of an entire childhood. There is no comfort there, it is cold and empty and frightening. put yourself in that witness chair. Imagine a small sea of faces that you have never seen before watching you with wide eyes, waiting to gobble up every one of the words that finds it's way out of your throat, then chewing them a while before they decide whether to spit them out or not. And that one face, the face of the person who hurt you. Now tell them the most intimate, private, embarassing, shameful event that ever happened to you - and tell them in detail. The betrayal, the fear, the uncertainty.
Now...look back out into that sea of faces. Standing out from the rest, rough faces, tough faces, faces ontop of broad shoulders covered with leather and patches. bandanas wraped around their heads to tame wild hair that falls over shoulders sturdy enough to carry weight of this moment for you - and there isn't just one face or two, there's an island of them. An island in that sea of faces. Now imagine that they are there for you.
Those are the faces of BACA. Bikers Against Child Abuse. You know them because they came to your house and told you they would be there. They rode on their roaring stalions, an army of them, right up to your front door to tell you that you are in their family now, and that they protect their family without question or hesitation. They came to tell you that you can do this, and that they will be there to make sure that you don't feel alone and vulnerable any more.
now tell me....do you feel a little stronger, like maybe you can do this?
I would have.

Check it out: http://www.bacausa.com/

BACA has accepted 10 Copies of The Tablet of My Heart to distribute to the children that they "adopt".
Send them a thank you note, for their commitment to leaving a heavy boot in the A#@$ of child abusers! God love 'em.

Love, Elizabeth