My home town held the largest parade in its history in my honor. One night in the summer of 1990, I pulled over a suspected drunk driver, a man I'd dealt with many times before. While I was talking with him he grabbed my flashlight and smashed me over the head with it. He left me dying in a pool of my own blood at the side of the highway. Isn't it a shame that the town's biggest-ever parade was for my funeral.
Sexual harassment is violence.
My name is Terry. I really liked my job until my supervisor started to make comments about my body. It only happened when we were alone. He asked me a few times to go out on a date with him. I told him I wasn't interested.