Every time I regained consciousness, my mom was there, staying vigil beside me and feeling every bit of her child’s pain.
It’s tempting to think that chastity is either a quaint idea from once upon a time or else an impossible goal in a sexually depraved culture. I’m living proof that they’re not. It’s never too late to live a chaste life. I should know. I’ll be 47 this month and just now beginning my life of chastity.