Forgive me if I act a bit manic today. This is not about the debut of "Survivor: Gabon" - though I might get into that in another blog! This is about how traumatic events stay with us and make us stronger. It was 14 years ago on this night that I was abducted at gunpoint, put in the trunk of my car and eventually left in an alley, where I kicked out the back seat 9 hours later and ran for help. On that night, I became a victim. But in the days, months and years since, I've slowly become a survivor. It started the next morning, seeing the sun in a blue sky and continued that night when the stars came out. It continued as friends replaced, "See you later" with, "Stay safe." I probably became most aware of the journey speaking at a Week Without Violence rally in Topeka several years ago. The widow of a man who'd been murdered handed me a pin someone had given her. It depicted a heart with the two halves mended back together with a bandage - you will heal, you will survive. I am keenly aware that crime happens to real people and their lives are changed forever. We must remember those victims on their way to survivorship and not think that crime is something that happens to someone else - because at any moment it could happen to you. The YWCA will again mark its Week Without Violence in mid-October - a march and rally will be held Oct. 22. Think about joining in. Meantime, I will spend today noticing the sun still came up, people still care and, yes, I did survive.