I once went to the door at midnight. At my door was a young woman who had been beaten up, threw out of a car going fast and her dress got caught in the door and the skin on her hip to her foot was pulled off her body. She was bleeding and she said HELP ME!.

I looked in desbelif, in what I was seeing. Bones on her legs exposed no skin and bleeding terribly. I couldn't pick her up. So I call "911". I took a blanket outside, helped her to lay down on it. I put a pillow under her head. I sat on the porch with her and talked to her.

Asked her name, where was she from. Did she have any kids, did she want me to call anyone. "Yes my Mom she don't know about this abuse, but I feel I might die and I want to tell her I love her". Tears dripped down my face, spreading onto hers. I got the phone and the line was not quite long enough. I called the number, and older lady answered. I told her that Cindy wanted to talk to her. There was a pause.

I thought the poor lady had a heart attack or something. I told her the phone line was not long enough, but if she yelled loudly into the phone her daughter might hear her, if not I could repeat what she said. The lady did as I said. (The Lord must of been in that phone helping). Cindy heard her Mohters voice and was crying. She yelled back as loudy as she could, and her Mom heard all she said. They both were crying, so was I.

They talked to one another, as I held the phone a distance and they could hear each other as if the phone was on each others ears. The police and ambulance came to her rescue. They didn't know how they were to get her on the stretcher without her being in more pain.

A doctor on his way home, seen the police and ambulance to my house and stopped in. He seen her and gave her a shot of something. She continue to talk with her Mother. She was lifted onto the stretcher and she was gone.

I seen in the paper where Cindy died, on the way to the hospital. I never will forget that young lady. Never forget the pain she was in, not only from her injuries but the pain, of not telling her Mom about the abuse she had been getting, the pain of not seeing her Mom in a long time.

I would estatmate her age at about late teens. A very yong lady in an abusive relationship for years she said to me. And to die such a horrible death as she did.

Sometime later, I got a phone call from her Mother. She got my name and number off the caller ID. She wanted to see me if possible. I said okay. She came over and she told me this: YOU GAVE ME THE BEST GIFT I COULD EVER GET, MY DAUGHTER TO CALL ME ON MY BIRTHDAY. SHE RAN AWAY FROM HOME AT AGE 15 SHE WAS WITH CHILD THEN. I HAVE NOT HEARD FROM HER SINCE, TILL THAT NIGHT YOU CALLED ME. I LOST MY ONLY CHILD THAT NIGHT. BUT I GAINED MY GRANDDAUGHTER, SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HER MOM, AND I AM TEACHING HER NEVER TO BE AFRAID TO TELL ME ANYTHING SHE NEEDS TO TELL ME.

I left that area some years ago. I did see that lady one other time when I went back to that area about seven years ago. She was with her granddaughter, and indeed that young lady looks just like the one I helped on my porch that night.

I always thought that Cindy had her last wish, through me to talk to her Mother to tell her she loved her.

PLEASE GET HELP, BEFORE ITS TO LATE FOR YOU TOO!!!