I feel horrible for her and I admire her.
I can't believe the things that happened to Elizabeth Smart. I hear the testimony. I read the testimony. I just shake my head in disbelief. Tears have started to come to my eyes at times. And at other times - I have felt a father's rage.
I am amazed at her composure, her emotional control, her spiritual strength and her ability to sit and "share" her story in a court room. Very few can compare what they "have been through" to what Elizabeth has been through. I don't know what I expect from a victim eight years after the fact, but its not the Elizabeth I see today.
I remember interviewing friends of the Smart family out in Washington, D.C. (where I was working at the time) and talking over the phone to her grandmother the day Elizabeth was kidnapped. The emotion, pain and sorrow that was shared with me that day is hard to forget. I remember even stopping to say a prayer for her and the Smart family. From that moment - I was connected to her story.
Fast forward eight years and it appears we are on the verge of closing a chapter in this horrible tale. A lot has happened during that time. And while I don't really know anything about Elizabeth's life between 2002 and 2010. It appears to me - Elizabeth Smart is not the young victim anymore.
(If my words, in anyway, offend the Smart family and more importantly Elizabeth - I apologize.)