One day during my sophomore year of college, my Sunday School teacher asked the class which of God's qualities we would most like to express more of in our lives. Fighting back tears, I said, "Purity."
That's because a few weeks earlier I had been the victim of a date rape. The young man involved was my boyfriend at the time. But after the incident, I never wanted to see him again—although he called me day after day for months. I refused these calls. I was humiliated, confused, and extremely angry that this man had stolen my virginity.
Shortly afterward, I transferred to a different college some 2,000 miles away. I saw this change as an opportunity to start over with a fresh, clean slate.
