mr. ronald cotton. i have just don't know. so i prayed. i sat in a pastor study in a church not far from where i had been raped and i waited for this man and i saw a truck pull up. and i saw this very tall man come out of a truck and stand behind this really tiny woman, his wife, and i thought, oh my god, he's too tall. oh my god, how did i do that? how did i make that mistake? where had my memory failed me? when ronald came to the door and he stood in front of me, i couldn't physically move, and i started to cry and i said, ronald, if i spent every second of every minute of every hour of every day telling you how sorry i am, for what happened to you, it wouldn't come close to how i feel in my heart. can you ever forgive me? and ronald with true grace and mercy, took my hands and said, i forgive you. i forgave you a long time ago. i'm not angry at you. i want you to be happy. i want to be happy. i want you to live a good life and i want to live a good life and don't look over your shoulders thinking i'm going to hurt you. i won't be there. we spent the next