I imagined that I would be crying when it came time for me to type what I am about to post.
The past 24 hours have been the most traumatic emotional rollercoaster that I have ever been through and I hope I don’t go through anything remotely similar to that ever again. At first, I said to myself, “I’m not going to call because I don’t know the girl and who cares what happens to her?” I had never met her and I probably won’t, so it was hard for me to empathize with a girl I had never seen. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get it out of my mind and it was hanging onto the back of my brain like those stringed cans attached to those limousines that say, “JUST MARRIED!” at the back.
I went to the hospital I volunteer at. I saw the payphone and I had three quarters in my pocket. I began approaching the payphone, but then, I chickened out. I used up one of the quarters to call my mother. Then, I used up another quarter because I was so scared of calling that I accidentally dialed the wrong number. Then, I used my last quarter and I got it right. They weren’t open, so I stayed on the line and waited for their emergency line.
OP: Children’s Aid. How can I help you?
Me: This isn’t really an emergency, but I really need to talk to someone at your office immediately.
OP: Well, if you’ll just stay on the line, I’ll get a social worker to talk to you.
(Radio played some songs. I twiddled my thumbs and tried not to look stupid.)
SW: Hi, how can I help you?
Me: I’d like to report a possible case of abuse and rape. But, I only have a name. I don’t know anything else.
SW: Okay…what’s the victim’s name and age?
Me: <Anna’s real name> and she’s 13. She says she’s been raped by her father. But I don’t know her personally and everything I know is through her friend. They didn’t want me to call, but I think that’s what…that’s what I feel is best for now.
SW: It’s alright. Even if the victim refuses to speak, at least we will have something on record. Do you know what school she goes to?
Me: No…I know she goes to some choir, but I don’t even know the name of that.
SW: Okay. Well, that might narrow it down for us somewhat.
Me: What’s going to happen now? You will keep me anonymous right?
SW: I have no way of knowing who you are or even where you’re calling from. As for what might happen next, I can’t say for certain. It can go through different avenues. You say she’s been raped?
Me: Yes, by her father…or so she says.
SW: Hm, that’s a bit of a problem. But, since you don’t know anything else about her, we’ll definitely keep her name on record. We will try to look for her, but since you don’t know anything else about her, it might take us a while to get an investigation going. But, if her name turns up in the future, we will have it on record and it’ll give more reason to create an investigation if one doesn’t get started right now.
Me: Okay. If I find out anything else, like her address, can I call you back?
SW: Yes, of course. You did a good job in calling. It takes a lot of courage to do something like that. And even if <Anna> does not want to talk to us, we will be aware of her situation and we will try our best to do something.
Me: Okay. Thanks…
SW: No problem. You did a good thing.
Me: Thank you. Good bye.
Now…I don’t know I’m supposed to feel. I really thought there would be no difference in my emotional state if I called or not. I thought it wouldn’t matter. But, I actually feel rather…liberated. It really physically felt like something heavy was being taken off my body, soul and mind. I trust God and I really think this is what He wanted. He has the big picture in mind and He knows what will happen, but I don’t. If Hannah and/or Anna get mad at me, then that’s just something that God intended and I have my trust in Him. Everything that’s happened with this is God’s intention and I have total trust that everything will work out.
I did the right thing, didn’t I? 
:Blushes: I think it should be “thank you.”