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13,300,560 Minutes Ago Today

Posted November 5, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

It was a cold November night in Northern Florida twenty-nine years ago today that my life changed forever. I was abducted from a parking lot by a total stranger and beaten, raped and humiliated. 

Northern Florida

Northern Florida

Today, though I still have scars, the pain no longer remains. Today, I reach out to other women who suffered through horrific attack, or to those who endure it on a daily basis.

348 months after that cold, dark night in an abandoned building in the middle of the woods, my spirit soars and my life has never been more full. 

During the 1,508 weeks that have come and gone since then,

 

  • I’ve traveled over 6,000 miles on the Road to Freedom Tour.
  • I have reached thousands with a message of hope. I’ve pointed them toward help and a way out of their circumstance. 
  • I’ve published 2 books and have been asked for the one I’m writing about the Tour.
  • I’ve served thousands of high risk college students to overcome insurmountable odds to live their dream.
  • I’ve preached the gospel both in my great nation and on foreign soil.
  • I’ve owned 3 businesses.
  • I’ve traveled to 38 states and met people on the back roads that most would never meet.
  • I’ve slept under the stars and seen the sunrise and moon set at the same time from a mountaintop in Appalachia.

In the last 10556 days since that fateful night, I’ve lived life to its fullest, grabbed for the gusto, and gotten all the goodie out of every one of those days. Because of that one day that changed my life forever, I vowed to live each day as if it was my last, because I know all to well it really could be.

At the Top of the World

At the Top of the World

During these last 221,676 hours, I went to the depths of emotional pain like I never knew existed. I wrestled the demon of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and won. I drew closer to God than I ever thought possible and soared to the heights of Heaven to touch the face of Abba Father.

Yes, I was attacked. But I assure you I didn’t spend any of the last 13,300, 560 minutes being a victim. I couldn’t change what happened that night. I did all I could to stop him. He was too strong and I paid the price. 

On the Road to Freedom in Tennessee

On the Road to Freedom in Tennessee

But, just as assuredly as the sun rose over the eastern horizon on November 6th, so did I. I rode on the wings of hope and the prayers of faithful saints.

Today I celebrate. I recently sat over bagels with my dear friend, Jane Young Hill. She worked tirelessly as my therapist after my assault. We basked in the glory of winning the battle over violent assault and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m writing about it in my current manuscript. I told her I remember each moment of my attack as if it was last night. But, I do not feel any of the pain.

LCSW Jane Young Hill and Me. What a Joyful Reunion

LCSW Jane Young Hill and Me. What a Joyful Reunion

You see, in these last 13,300,560 minutes I’ve been embracing healing. I’ve been walking away from that moment in time when a drug-crazed lunatic rocked my world. And, once I found my way to freedom, I’ve been busy showing others the way. 

It’s the Road to Freedom. 

The Road to Freedom

The Road to Freedom

Today’s my anniversary of sorts. I celebrate life. I’m grateful for that moment in time so long ago. It helps me remember the important things and treasure each breath I take. 

No matter what you are facing in your life, there is hope. There is life beyond survival and the journey down the Road to Freedom is worth the trip. 

Thank you for following and supporting the Road to Freedom Tour. If you want to take steps forward but are afraid, I urge you to seek help. Get my book: Facing Fear and Finding Freedom

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Can’t Life Your Dream Because of Fear? Get my book on Amazon!

Put one foot in front of the other and one day you’ll be able to look back and say, “13,300,560 minutes ago today…”

 

 

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Quest for Freedom

Posted October 14, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

On Saturday, I rode Dakota to a nearby eatery and met one of my favorite people in the world: Jane Young Hill. We embraced in a long awaited reunion and grabbed a table outside. Not only was the weather breathtaking, but it was much more quiet than inside the restaurant.

We caught up on each other’s lives over pumpkin bagels and regaled each other of our adventures, Jane with her family that is growing up too fast and me with the Road to Freedom Tour that has taken on a life of its own. 

LCSW Jane Young Hill and Me. What a Joyful Reunion

LCSW Jane Young Hill and Me. What a Joyful Reunion

The conversation naturally turned to the reason Jane and I met. She is a licensed clinical social worker (LCSW) and I was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Jane and I worked together for a couple of weeks but she soon realized I needed intense help. She arranged for me to be admitted to Focus by the Sea, in St. Simons Island, Georgia. 

Once stabilized, Jane continued to work tirelessly with me to overcome the terror I faced. I found my way to freedom thanks to her expertise and willingness to see me through my quest… the quest for freedom.

We sat in the morning sun reminiscing about those weeks together and I admitted I know full well I would not be where I am today if God had not placed Jane in my path. I’d been to another therapist who, even through she was young and vibrant, fell asleep during our first session together. It was also our last.

I am happy, emotionally healthy and whole today because of Jane and Saturday morning, I wanted her to bask in the sweetness of the fruits of her labor. 

Dakota and my new Bob Trailer. The men in my life!

Dakota and my new Bob Trailer. The men in my life!

I asked her if she ever got discouraged or felt she was not making a difference. Of course she does. We all do. I told her the next time she felt that way, to think of me and know she’s doing a good work.

Two hours passed like a flash of lightening and all too soon, she went back to her therapy world and I mounted Dakota and pedaled west. The memories of our days together and the gravity of Jane’s efforts tugged at my heart. She gave all she had to contribute to my personal quest for freedom. Now it’s my turn. 

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Can’t Live Your Dream Because of Fear? Get my book on Amazon!

Helping women along the Road to Freedom Tour is just my reasonable service. It’s my way of paying it forward. To show others the way to the freedom I enjoy and have had for several years.

Thank you, Jane and so many therapists, social workers, doctors, nurses and others who dedicate their lives to helping others find the way to freedom. May God multiply blessings back to you for your labor of love for humanity. 

 

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