Stephanie tells her story, from the “slave dungeon”.
My favorite was the slave room in the basement. When everyone went upstairs I headed into that room alone. I sat on the bench, my recorder beside me, and began to talk… it went something like this.
Hi, I am Stephanie. I want to apologize.. for us. For the life you had. We have changed now.. i hope you know this. Again I am so sorry for the hard life you had, please know that your life is not forgotten, and I pray you find peace. Thank you for allowing me into your space.
On my right forearm I felt a warm spot. (It was like standing too close to a fire.. and intense warmth) As if a hand was lain on my arm. I teared up. Thanked them again.. and left them to their space.
Thank you so much for this opportunity. I cannot wait to sleep there.