When I got back home I set that postcard next to my coffee pot so I could look at it every day and be reminded. When I had added a few more postcards and there wasn’t really enough room for all of them on the counter by my coffee pot, I looked around my apartment and decided which wall to start placing them on. I had a beautiful abstract-ish nature print already hung in the middle of that wall, so I started at the top left corner of the print. I tacked each post card up across the top of the print and reveled in knowing how many women I had freed, how many families were healing, and how many horrible men I had removed from this world.

You never forget your first. That’s what they say, isn’t it. I can confirm. I don’t actually know my current count. I could go add up all my souvenirs, but I know I’m well into double digits, halfway to triple. But that first. Oh, that one has never ceased to make me smile