Sometimes, I can still remember talking to him.

It wasn't a big encounter, but I didn't realize that something from my childhood could affect me like it has.

My first job was at a local restaurant as a dish washer. I wasn't worried about having a fancy job. I was simply a fourteen-year-old who just wanted to make some money to go shopping with my friends and buy my own gas money.

The first few weeks went by smoothly. I made friends with almost everyone there except for a really rude coworker who lost her temper really easily.

There was this one guy I met who was a little more than twice my age. He was really nice. He showed me where to place dishes and when to take a break.

One week, he pulled me aside to where we couldn't be seen by the cameras. I know what you're thinking, and he didn't do anything to me. He gave me his phone number and told me that I should text him. I was, for lack of a better word, "innocent" then, and I didn't know any better. I accepted his number and texted him that weekend.

He asked me all kinds of questions. It was kind of nice having an older friend.

Until he asked for more than that.

He asked me to send him inappropriate pictures. He told me that it would "help his heart" or "lower his heart rate."

I may have been innocent, but I wasn't stupid. I told him that wasn't going to help him and that maybe he should get someone else to help him.

Then I deleted his number.

I thought it would all be over then, but it wasn't.

The next day I got the same messages.

The next week at work, he asked me why I hadn't text him back. He came to my work station and kept asking me why I wouldn't talk to him and why I wouldn't answer his messages.

I got to my breaking point and hid in the bathroom. Confused. Angry. And hurt.

I kept thinking "is this all people see me as?"

When I came out of the bathroom, one of the elderly ladies asked me if I was okay.

I showed her the messages he sent me. I told her the things he kept saying to me.

She went to our boss's office and told him about it. The rest of the night, she checked on me. If she saw him come back to where I was, she told him to leave me alone. At the end of the night, I blocked his number.

The next week, my boss told me that he fired that man. I felt so relieved. I thought it was over.

Sometime while I was still working there, the same guy sent me a friend request on Facebook.

He had a family. A wife and two kids.

I could have ruined this man's life. This man's family.

I didn't know things like that.

I didn't know there were bad people like him.

I'm now nineteen years old, and sometimes I'm scared that I will run into him again.

I feel ridiculous and ashamed of how I feel when nothing even happened. I don't understand why.

As I've sat here and typed this, its felt better to get some of this off of my chest even though I don't know if anyone will listen.

I don't type all of this to earn pity. I want my story out there so people can see how God can change people's lives for the better. He helped me, healed me. I'm still healing. God hasn't left me, nor will he ever leave me.

He loves me, he loves us.

I'm not saying that all of my problems went away because I accepted God. I'm saying that it feels great knowing that I don't have to go through my problems alone.

Thank you for coming this far and reading my story. I appreciate your time, and God bless.