Last Monday night, I was sitting at a restaurant with friends when my husband checked his cell phone and whispered to me. “They found Amanda Berry. Alive.”
“Gina DeJesus, too,” he said.
I nearly fell out of my chair.
“And a third one.”
I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. The story is being called a miracle. It’s more than that. It’s three miracles. Four, if you count the safety of the girl born to Amanda Berry while she was held prisoner in the house.
The women never gave up hope:
Michelle Knight was missing for 11 years.
Amanda was missing for 10 years.
Gina DeJesus was missing for 9 years.
They didn’t give up. That’s what continues to amaze me about these women.
I have never stopped thinking about Amanda since the day I sat on the couch in her living room 10 years ago and listened as her mother cried and begged and pleaded for her safe return. Her mom kept hoping for a miracle. She didn’t live to see it, but we did.
When I think of those women, I don’t see them merely as victims, but as three powerful women who never gave up. This isn’t just a horror story, it’s a story of hope.
All those years, beaten and abused and locked away from the world, and now they are finally free. Free to love, to laugh, to fall asleep every night knowing the next day and every day after will bring them the hope of more and more miracles.