Thank you from Canada. We have all been there, doing dumb things when we were Monica’s age. I was raised in a political family, sharing the stage with world leaders from the time I was very young. My parents divorced when I was six, leaving five children under the age of 7 to deal with the pain of divorce. I graduated from university and worked as a social worker for two years before I could no longer cope with the fact that the laws prevented me from helping the most vulnerable. The day I quit was the day that one of my clients held a gun to my head, threatening to kill me, his wife and two young toddlers. I was 26, married and living in Ottawa working in social policy, when my boss followed me into my room at a conference we were attending in Winnipeg. He, the married father of four, attended religious ceremonies each week with his family, and was an executive with the Government of Canada. I told him no. He left. The next morning he approached me again and I told him that while I was flattered, the answer was still no. I have never said this out loud before and I am embarrassed to this day that I told him I was flattered. But it could have been so much worse. He was eventually fired when I, along with two other brave young women, confided to one of his colleagues. I have been the victim of sexual abuse twice, as a child, the first was by an employee of my father’s and the second was rape at the hands of an older man who claimed to be my friend. He then bragged to the father and friends (many of whom knew me since birth) of my then boyfriend that I initiated it and told the world. I didn’t refute it until four years ago when I confided in the wife of my former boyfriend. I have her undying support. I have decided not to bring charges against my rapist because I don’t want to hurt his children. My brother and possibly my step-brother were abused by two of a ring of six pedifiles who lived in our home town and was often at our home. He is now in prison in India for the same offence again young Indian orphans. But I have healed (mostly) and have shared this story with my daughters in the hopes they will be safe. Today, after thirty years of depression and anxiety, I am separated from my husband and he is my one of my best friends. I am retired, with three amazing daughters, two of whom have inherited the depression and anxiety genes, but are fighting it with all their hearts. Thank you from Canada. Thank you Monica Lewinsky, for standing strong.