At forty four years of age I was supposed to die.
My brother was sold to Hollywood, the Cath.
I had to remember my younger brothers sexual molestation and his life as a child prostitute.
I had to relive my own rape and years of sexual molestation as a child.
Within three days I suffered a nervous breakdown, then I went down a path to find, stop, and catch a man who raped and sexually molested children for over forty years.
A phone call from someone in my youth triggered my repressed memory.
At forty four years of age I was supposed to die