I am aware she doesn’t feel safe. She’s afraid…needs to feel safe & protected. She’s deep within her comfort zone…terrified of the outside world & strangers. She’s so small. He looms before her,his fist drew back,his face red & swollen…he’s in a blind rage…she’s crying…she’s terrified. He tells her she’s worthless & no good. In a sea of strangers she’s quiet,shy,withdrawn. She’s wants to go home…return to her comfort zone. Ignorant fools test her for mental retardation. She’s not retarded,she’s afraid,insecure,doesn’t feel safe. In her comfort zone she creates,plays,& visualizes…she’s free there…safe & protected…her imagination is bright & vivid. She loves books,cars,& horses. She likes looking at that great big Sears catalog & picking out what she wants. She’s shaping up to be a teacher,writer,or life coach…maybe all 3. She’s destined for greatness in a world that terrifies her.