When i was 13 i was in my best friend christy's{so I thought} room with her & two guys our age & the one kept trying to take my pants off to have sex with me & me friend & the other guy {whom I had dated before & was still friends with} just sat there telling me to do it. He was almost raping me. If it weren't for christy's little sister opening Christy's door & her parents sitting on the couch. he would've raped me. He was just too strong. I was terrified

I was almost molested when I was 13. I was spending summer vacation in Korea with my family, and hung out at an arcade nearly every day. There was a middle-aged man who was apparently friends with the arcade owner (they talked a lot). They didn't speak any English either. One day, the middle-aged man took a kind of interest in me and liked talking to me. (Of course, it was a one-way conversation due to a language barrier.) After a few days or so, he beckoned me into a blue Kia Bongo pick-up truck and drove me up a mountain road. He gave some sign-language, indicating he had something good for me before I got in. He stopped at some kind of grocery store on a hillside, and when he was gone for the few minutes, I started to have a really bad feeling about this. I think a voice in my head told me, "You are in danger. Get out NOW! Run, run away, run away as fast as you can! Now is your ONLY chance! Sneak away quietly then sprint off!" I was quietly getting out of the truck and the voice said again, "Don't shut the door, or just shut it QUIETLY!" I carefully shut it, tip-toed across the road, and sprinted down the hill. I made it back home, told my relatives about it, and I don't remember what they said, but it was probably some lecture about dangerous men wanting young boys like myself. Later that day, I went back to the arcade I loved and the same guy was there, and asked me if I had to go home to eat lunch (sign-language indicated this, once again) so I was like, "Yeah, sure I was..." I don't remember if he did this the same day or a different day but as he was talking to me, he grabbed my crotch. (I do hate to mention this.) Then I knew why he wanted to take me up a mountain, but I'll leave the rest to your imagination. I think the voice in my head was either Jesus himself, or an angel, a messenger of Jesus, who was sent for me that day.

It was night, and I had just gotten on the elevator to go up to our apartment, when a sinister looking man got on the elevator. I was only 14, and the way he was looking at me frightened me, so I pushed the button for the 3rd floor, although I really lived on the 16th. Just before I got off, the man said, "You're lucky. I'm not eager tonight." I feel blessed to have escaped!

This guy was pointing his gun right at my head and I could see his finger tightening on the trigger, but then I woke up. Seriously, I fell about 100 feet down the side of a hill and landed on my feet, breaking my ankles. If I'd landed on my head I would have been killed and if my feet had been in the air I would have broken my back. I think I was very fortunate that day.