Juvenile delinquents are visiting Litchfield Federal Penitentiary, and the inmates have been enlisted to scare them into setting their lives straight. “You think this is a joke? You want to end up here? You wouldn’t make it one night in here.”
Ms. Lin spoke quickly, struggling to fight back tears. She angrily described how her 10-year-old daughter and her 8-year-old son had been sexually abused by their aunt, her own sister.
“The abuse I received was physical,” she reflected. “But of course with any abuse, there’s also an emotional component to it.”
It has been four years since a major anxiety attack finally sent me running to my doctor for help. I still remember sitting in her office explaining — with as stiff an upper lip as possible — what had led me to call for the first appointment available and then losing it in a puddle of tears and a wave of relief.
Jason Chu is not your typical Christian artist — or more accurately, does not appear like it. He sits across from me at a Hong Kong style cafe, with his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a big cross tattooed across the center of his chest.