A mother cries as she blends in with the morning rush hour crowd. She scurries along the platform to board the subway car. The further from home she gets, the more relaxed she becomes. She sighs as the train approaches her stop. After a ten minute walk she will be sitting behind her desk. Her place of employment is the only place she finds peace and happiness. Her home she has struggled to pay the mortgage on year after year has become a gallery for illicit social affairs in her absence. Her alcoholic, drug addicted son thinks the home is his, although employment or balance due is not in his vocabulary. He takes his mother's kindness for granted. Upon her return from work, she catches a giimpse of the last skirt leaving her house. As she enters the home, the stench of cheap perfume, alcohol and cigarette fill the air. The mother cries out, "God, help him!"

A woman child is born innocent to the ways of the world. She depends on her mother's support and nurturing yet longs for her father's love. Throughout her childhood and early teens, she struggles alone trying to figure out the intricacies of the world. Her mother has to work seven days a week to make ends meet. The teen has a bare minimum of quality time for social interaction. She thinks she has been dealt an unfair hand as she turns down the invitation to her first high school dance. In her mother's presence, she is a child; however, she is a mother to her little brother during her parents' absence. "I am just a kid!" she screams. "Where is my dad? Why wont't he help us?" Days turn into months and months turn into years. The child ages and rebellion sets in. She expresses her anger and fears toward her mother. The child screams out, "God doesn't exist!"

Terrified by the presence of any man the woman clams up into her shell. No matter what anyone says, she does not here it. No matter what anyone does, she does not see it. Surrounded by fears, anger and loneliness, the woman's growth is stunted. She does not know how to express love anymore. She rejects reality and acquiesced to live in a false reality where she is ugly and unclean, where there is nothing good in the world, where everything she does is wrong. Her curisioty is inflamed. Why would a man want to harm a once beautiful and peaceful woman such as herself? She never harmed anyone. She was a sophomore in college with a promising future in psychology. She frequently shared the word of God while feeding the men and women at the homeless shelter. The woman, like the aforementioned teenager, now doubts the existence of an almighty, powerful and loving God. She screams. "Where were you God?"