Sometimes people ask me how I had the courage to act in that moment. The truth is I wasn’t brave; I was scared. But my love for my daughter was stronger than fear. The sign, and the password, was not a solid plan, but a hope. And they succeeded.
I tell my story because I know for a fact that many people who read these words may find themselves in the lines, at least in part. Violence is not suddenly born in the form of a blow or a break, but quietly sneaks, step by step, through hurtful words, humiliating looks, subtle attempts at control, and gradual isolation that loses man’s self-confidence and those around him. If there is a small voice inside you that says that what you are living is not normal, and that there is something wrong, do not silence that voice. Listen to him carefully, because he’s often the last line of defense for your dignity and safety. Talk to someone you trust, don’t be ashamed to seek help, and seek specialized help, asking for help is not weakness, but courage and awareness. Most of all, don’t wait until it’s too late, and don’t let fear convince you that silence protects you.
I also address all those who surround the victims: to the fathers and mothers, to the brothers and sisters, to friends, neighbors and co-workers. Your existence is not a passing detail in the life of those who suffer, but may be the difference between survival and collapse. Sometimes a man needs nothing more than an honest call, a heartfelt question, or a word that says to him, “I believe you, and I am here for you.” My father believed a four-year-old girl, who did not suspect or explain, but said a simple sentence that came out of a frightened heart. However, he did not hesitate, did not doubt, did not postpone. Move right away, and that decision saved our entire lives. This is the weight of responsibility, and this is the meaning of being a present human being, not a spectator.
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