Tonight I suffered some of the last emotional and physical abuse from my exboyfriend. He had burnt my baby pictures, broken albums my deceased father had given me, tossed my purse on top of the two story building next door, and threw me down a set of stairs. A tired looking construction worker driving in his truck saw me running outside in distress, gave me a ladder to get my things and stood by my side until I was safe and ready to leave. He looked exhausted from a long day, but he took the time to help me out, and I am very grateful. Two others had passed, and my friends had been down the street and heard me scream. Thank you, old man, wherever you are.

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