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Elizabeth Smart follows up her #1 New York Times bestseller, MyStory―about being held in captivity as a teenager, and how she managed to survive―with a powerful and inspiring book about what it takes to overcome trauma, find the strength to move on, and reclaim one’s life. Free PDF Download Books by Elizabeth Smart. For the first time, ten years after her abduction from her Salt Lake City bedroom, Elizabeth Smart reveals how she survived and the secret to forging a new. xx Where There's Hope by Elizabeth Smart EPUB Elizabeth Smart follows up her number one New York Times best seller, My Story - about being held in captivity as a teenager and how she managed to survive - with a powerful and inspiring book about what it takes to overcome trauma, find the strength to move on, and reclaim one’s life.
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It's as if I can still smell the air, hear the mountain leaves rustle above me, feel the fabric of the veil that Brian David Mitchell stretched across my face. I can picture every detail of my surroundings: the tent, the washbasin, the oppressive dugout full of spiders and mice. I can feel the cut of the steel cable wrapped so tightly around my ankle, the scorch of the my story elizabeth smart pdf free download heat lifting off the side of the hill, the swaying of the Greyhound bus as we fled to California.
I can still see the people who were around me, their blank expressions, their fear of how we were dressed, my veil and the dirty robes, the looks of confusion in their eyes. I remember so many overwhelming my story elizabeth smart pdf free download and emotions.
Terror that is utterly indescribable, even to this day. Embarrassment and shame so deep, I felt as if my very worth had been tossed upon the ground.
Starving hunger. Fatigue and thirst and a nakedness that bares one to the bones, my story elizabeth smart pdf free download. Intruding hands. Pain and burning. The leering of his dark eyes. A deep longing for my family. A heartbreaking yearning to go home. All of these memories are a part of me now, the DNA inside me. Indeed, these are the things that have moved and shaped me, sometimes twisting, sometimes wrenching me into the person I am today.
Sometime long before I was taken, I had been told that when someone dies, the first thing you forget is the sound of their voice. This thought terrified me. What if I could no longer remember my mother's voice, a sound I had heard every day of my life! I started to think of her, and other members of my family and their voices.
I started to think of all the things my mom used to tell me every day: Have a good day at school. I love you. Have a good night. I would have given anything to hear her at that moment. Over the first few weeks of captivity, I forced myself to think of things like that.
I remember sitting in the heat of my story elizabeth smart pdf free download summer, the sun baking on my back, forcing myself to think of my mom's voice, her my story elizabeth smart pdf free download. How beautiful she looked in her black skirt and gold top. The shape and the color of her eyes. But there were other feelings too. And though it might be hard to understand, a few of them were good, for they show the things you cling to when everything is gone.
I remember the pure rush of gratitude for any time that I could sleep. The realization that I would live another day! Relief when the sun went down and the heat gave way to the cool of the night. Gratefulness for food or water. A few minutes when I might be left alone. The ability to slip into a state of pure survival, a state of blankness, my story elizabeth smart pdf free download, a quiet and painless place where I could shut the world down.
Looking back, I realized that at one point, early on the morning of the first day, something had changed inside me. After I had been raped and brutalized, there was something new inside my soul. There was a burning now inside me, a fierce determination that no matter what I had to do, I was going to live! This determination was the only thing that gave me any hope—the realization that as long as I could survive one more day or one more hour, I might find a way to get back home.
Sometime during the first couple of days, I realized that I wasn't alone. There were others there beside me, unseen but not unfelt. Sometimes I could picture them beside me, reaching for my hand. When I think back on those dark days of my capture, I realize my story didn't start on the night that Brian David Mitchell slipped into my bedroom and held a knife at my throat.
In an odd way, my story began a few days before. Sunday afternoon. In my home. Just a few days before my world was torn apart. Over time, I have gained an enormous appreciation for what I experienced on that Sunday. It has helped me to keep perspective. It helped to give me hope. And it helped me understand a little better why things might have happened the way they did. Two days before I was taken, I was sitting in my Sunday school class, surrounded by a group of other fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, my story elizabeth smart pdf free download.
There were maybe seven or eight of us, a mix of boys and girls. Some of the kids were listening, but not everyone, for we were teenagers, you know. Looking around me, I was comfortable, for these kids were my friends. I had grown up with them, gone to school with them, eaten snacks at their houses, giggled with them on the playground. We knew one another well.
Though there was some horseplay among the class, for the most part I was quiet. I don't know if I was shy, but I guess I was. I just didn't feel a need to stand out. It surprises some people when I tell them that. Most of them picture me as an outgoing teenager. A cheerleader type, I think. But I wasn't. I was kind of quiet. A my story elizabeth smart pdf free download obedient child. I played the harp, for heaven's sake!
How un-cheerleader is that! Some people say I'm pretty. Blond hair. Blue eyes. But I promise, I've never thought of myself that way. As a fourteen-year-old girl sitting in my Sunday school class, I certainly didn't think of myself as beautiful. Honestly, I don't think I ever thought about it at all. Some of the girls I knew were boy-crazy, but I never thought about those kinds of things. I didn't wear makeup.
I had never had a boyfriend. The thought had never even crossed my mind. My favorite things were talking to my mom and jumping on the trampoline with my best friend, Elizabeth Calder.
We just liked to have fun together. But our idea of fun wasn't chasing boys, or prank calling other kids in our class. In almost every way, I was still a little girl. I remember pressing my white cotton dress—printed tulips with light-green edging—with my hands while listening to my teacher. To most of us kids, he seemed to be about a hundred years old, with his gray beard and white hair.
But we liked him. I felt he cared about us, even if we didn't listen to him all the time. I pressed my dress again, my head down. I was listening carefully to him now. I don't know what it was, my story elizabeth smart pdf free download, but there was something in the way he said it, the intensity of his voice, that made me realize that what he was saying was important. He will help you. So I challenge you to do that. Commit to the Heavenly Father, and He will guide your way.
But what can I do to serve God? I asked myself. I'm just a little girl. I don't know anything. I can't do anything. What path could He even guide me on?
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