He had me lean over the back of the chair and hold onto it with my hands underneath the seat. He hit me once and I cried. He let me be for a while. Then...

I remember sitting at the stoplight with my hands shaking and my chest pounding and I couldn’t breathe. I’d get to church and dread getting out of the car. I’d get out but part of...

I would say something or ask about the preacher and people said I was lying. So I denied it to myself for a long time. I quit trying and I separated myself from what was...

I remember what he’s done to me. I know what he’s done to other kids. He’s been doing that to how many more kids? I want that to stop.

He was doing it then, he could still be doing it now. Somebody somewhere will help you, just mention it. I agree the case won’t be won or lost in the newspaper, but it will...