Coraleen
Four marriages, drinking, drugs, and many years later, the waters parted. Char had searched for answeres as to why she had been raped at thirteen only to find walls of every kind. Hate, anger, and fear kept her from a wholesome well balanced life. At 14 she was placed in a drug rehab. At 15 she ran away from home only to have taken an overdose and ending up in jail. At 16 her mother sent her to live with relatives, only to be rejected and sent home. At 17 she was married with more heartache then she could have ever dreamed. She lost her first child, aborted another had twins that almost died. At 19 she had a nervious breakdown. She has been shot at, hit, thrown into a window and left alone to drown in her tears.
With much more to say between the ages of 17 to 43 Char never looked back when the waters parted. A chance to have a new life she took it. Getting to the other side and never looking back. Even with obstacles ahead of her she was now ready to fight for her freedom. She had someone to give her all the strenght she needed. Jesus Christ.
Charlene Keeling now lives in a small town by the name of Veedersburg, IN. She grew up in Flora, IN. As a country girl she wanted to see more of what might be out there for her. However doing this she found hard times.
When she found her self maybe at the end of her life she decided that her stroy had to be told. She is a true fighter in the regardes of never giving up. She believes that everyone has a dream to fulfill.
Going for her GED she passed with college level scores, later in the years she went to college, leaving with just three months to go. She went on to start a program for addicts, plus those that have been abused. She is now going for her ministry license. She believes that you never stop trying, not until you get where you need to go, then when you do, you find somehting else to go after. NEVER STOP!!
The man driving had a blue eye and a brown eye, dark hair and had a dark aura that surrounded him. He had to have been in his late twenties. He told me I could sit up front if I wished so I did, still apprehensive about him. I never paid attention to Tim’s other friend; my eyes were fixed on this stranger and what he might do. Hours seemed to have passed by and I was feeling calm at this time. He had not tried anything and all we had been doing was cruising around in the country. Everyone except me had been drinking along with smoking marijuana. I did not drink beer; I never acquired the taste. Everyone except this stranger and I passed out. He stopped and asked if I wanted go for a walk to get some fresh air. Not thinking that anything bad would happen, I said yes. We were at some park I couldn't really tell if it was close to the camp or not. There was a full moon with a touch of blue in the sky. The stars were shining bright becoming little candles twinkling to help us see where we were going. We walked for a while until the car was no where in sight. He asked, if I wanted to sit down by a tree for a while and talk. I liked the idea since I was still buzzing from smoking the pot earlier. He was asking me questions as if I had ever been kissed or held before, if I had ever had a boy friend. I said, yes of course. I didn't want him thinking that I was some weirdo. He reached over and kissed me. He pulled back to get my reaction, he came toward me again and I did pull back this time.
I asked him. "What are you doing?"
“Kissing you.” He said.
“Ok” I said.
He proceeded to come closer and hold me tighter.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” I said as I started to struggle to get away from him.
“Relax; we are not going to go all the way. It’s ok. Really!” He was trying to reassure me.
I was trying to relax, but my heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. I wanted this to stop. He pulled my hand down toward him; he could tell I did not want to do this.
“Relax,” He said again forcing me to keep my hand where he had placed it.
“I thought that you had done this before.” He said.
“No” I said.
“It’ll be ok, I promise,” he said, as he kept a tight hold on me.
He started to unzip his pants as he held my hands tight behind my head; he did the same to mine. I knew what he was wanting and what he was going to do.
“Stop it” I yelled
“It’s ok” its ok, he whispered.
“NO!” I said with fear.
“What, are you, a virgin?” He asked has he struggled to get me to stop struggling.
“Let me go. Please.” I said.
The more I struggled the stronger he became and the more pain I felt. Even with the tears streaming down my face, he proceeded to accomplish what he had wanted to do the whole time. My virginity was all that I had left of my innocence. I was not ready to give that away to anyone. It was the thing that kept me from feeling hollow inside. As he continued I could feel my innocence disintegrate from my body and what returned to me was a spirit
