For the first time I became an outcry witness for a sexual assault. All I could think about was how brave this was and how much better I hoped she'd feel from coming forward (this is also what I told her). We only met this morning, and it took a while, but I was able to build enough of a rapport for her to tell me what was really going on. The hug I got when we all left was just about the best hug of my life.
I was impressed with how the (male/conservative/often dogmatic) judge handled it and I'm glad to live in a world where these accusations are very often taken seriously. There is certainly still progress to be made in the way the authorities handle sexual assault. That said, one person feels freer and safer today, and for that I am grateful.
Rock on, kiddo. You're a champion.