Rock Paper Scissors Foundation

Rock Paper Scissors Foundation

YMCA Sisterhood Retreat - April 2016


Nothing makes our hearts happier than to invest in making a difference in some young person's life. This weekend we we're honored to spend 2 1/2 days with some pretty amazing folks. YMCA Sisterhood retreat was not only an informative but life-changing experience for many of the young ladies in the room. We believe that it's more than just presenting them with information or making them aware. It's about building the foundation in partnership with them and creating a safe place for them to share. We are humbly honored for every opportunity that we have to make a difference.

#bandaidchallenge #rpsbandaidchallenge #domesticviolenceawareness


In the month of October, RPS kicked off the RPS Bandaid Challenge for Domestic Violence Awareness Month. By wearing a bandaid in a visible location, it was a way to start a conversation and to create awareness about domestic violence.  Men, Women and Children across the nation took social media (Facebook, Instagram & Twitter) by storm, by posting a picture or video and challenging others to do the same. The response and impact was phenomenal!

·         October 9 – Abundant Life CWC, RPS Bandaid Challenge Presentation.

·         October 15 - Chris Plummer along with Trayon White, Ward 8 Council member and community activist in Washington DC, brought over 75 Men together who all accepted the Bandaid Challenge and pledged to take a stand against domestic violence.

·         October 22 – The Avid Reader at Tower, RPS Bandaid Challenge Presentation, at Next Bold Move Book Signing Event.

The bandaid challenge encouraged many survivors to break their silence and they courageously shared their stories both publicly and anonymously. By taking a stand and uniting together, this message of hope, gave a voice to the voiceless and we were able to provide referrals to help over 100 domestic violence victims who contacted RPS.

After School Program – First Creek Middle School - Sept 2016


RPS launched a pilot for an after school program at First Creek Middle School in Tacoma, WA. A selected group of middle school girls will receive monthly support in a small group setting that is safe and welcoming. Our goal is intervention & healing.

In addition, RPS had the honor and privilege to engage with the next generation at an amazing event at First Creek Middle School. This event equipped parents and children with resources to build up their self-esteem remind them of their value and to make them aware of the red-flags of human trafficking. RPS also provided backpacks and school supplies.


Next Generation of Overcomers Empowerment Photoshoot - August 2016


We are the Next Generation of Overcomers. Our voice matters also. We decree and declare that we will not tolerate emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, bullying, negative mindsets, negative talk, negative behavior, self-destruction and peer destruction. We will stand against all injustices. We are an agent of change for the greater good. We are Rock Paper Scissors' Next Generation.

Rock Paper Scissors: Trust Issues Part 2


As I dug deeper and pondered on the word trust, I realized at an early age that trust was one thing that was given but should have been earned. My parents sent me to school trusting that my teachers would provide a good education and to also help me conquer childhood milestones. They had no idea that my blind trust would lead me down a dark path.

I remember the day so clearly. I looked into my teacher’s eyes with frustration because I couldn’t figure out a math problem…once again. I ran to my educated hero in hopes that he would help me solve the impossible instead his hand landed on my backside. I stood there frozen.  I was too shocked to reject him. I think my silence gave him the green light to keep going so he stroked my backside again. What was wrong with me? Why was this happening…again? I immediately found myself going back to that 4 year old little girl who seemed to not be worthy enough of respect. 

I was hurt, angry, and confused. This time, however, I refused to suffer again in silence. I spoke out loud. At the age of 11, I was confronted with a fear that I have never known before. I had to face my giant. I had to face my teacher in court since I had told that he had sexually violated me. I was afraid, anxious, and apprehensive. I wanted “it” all to go away. I wanted the flashbacks to stop too. However, my wants were simply desires. Somehow, my 11 year old self knew that if I didn’t go through with the court proceedings, my teacher would continue to hurt other children. I couldn’t let that happen so I had to face my biggest source of pain. Although my parents were supportive, my classmates were not. I was bullied and ultimately transferred to another school for my protection because my abuser was the students’ favorite teacher. 

After a long grueling court process, my teacher was convicted. To my surprise, other students started coming forward to speak out against him as well. I vowed that day to never be silent again. 

I vowed that day to stand up and speak out for myself as well as others. I learned a valuable lesson more than any classroom experience could have ever taught me. I learned to never suffer in silence and that if I speak up and speak out I will free myself and others too. Today, I am living in my purpose and am the Founder of Rock Paper Scissors Foundation.

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Trust Issues by Kristal Clark


Trust Issues by Kristal Clark

June 15, 2015

Rock Paper Scissors Foundation

Trust Issues always have a root cause. I am a firm believer that you cannot heal beyond the point of what is being concealed.  As I started my healing journey, I had to first find the seed that harvested my trust issues.  I decided to take a journey back through time in order to confront what was affecting my present self-esteem, relationships, business decisions etc.

As I looked back, I recalled having the most loving, nurturing, devoted and beautiful mother a girl could ask for.  She took such pride and joy in raising my baby sister and I while my dad provided for the family.  Mom was very much in love with Jesus; almost to the point of trying to be perfect.  I remember at the age of 4 being dressed up in those really pretty, big and fluffy dresses, decorative socks, and sparkly barrettes.  Because my mom strived for perfection, I was dressed to always look my best which in turn caused me to strive for unachievable perfection. I felt like I had to be dressed up so much on the outside and didn’t know how to make my inside and outside match.  My baby sister seemed to have the trick under her belt though.  As much as I was happy for her multiple successes, it created a deeper issue within me.  It made me strive even harder toward perfection. 

My mom was also super overprotective and kept my sister and I very close to her. Because of this, I didn’t spend a lot of time away from home. However, there was one person that my mother did have a trusting heart towards which was my godmother.  She treated me just like I was hers.  While at my godmother’s home, I would play with her stepdaughter, Sabrina, who was 14 years old.  I will never forget the day that she and I played in her bedroom with the door closed.  Oh how I wish that door had been left open.  She went from tickling me to removing my under garments.  I went from laughing to gasping.  I didn’t understand what was happening to me but I knew I felt different.  A feeling I couldn’t then really understand.  I knew that something wasn’t right.  I became confused.  Perhaps my pretend smile told on me because Sabrina warned me not to tell.  She did things to me that a young girl should never experience.  At that young age, it felt like the worst tummy ache of my whole life. I remember being numb. Everything changed for me that day.  I started seeing the world totally different.  A 4 year old little girl was introduced to grownup experiences. 

My parents had no idea of the abuse.  Sabrina’s words weighed heavy in my heart for years; constantly echoing “don’t tell”.  I temporarily kept my vow to Sabrina and remained mute. No matter how much home training my mom had given me, I chose to listen to the words of someone that only impacted a very small part of my life.  To this day, closed doors still reflect darkness and secrets to me. 

I wish I could say that I passed the test of life and this incident gave me my victory crown but it didn’t.  After this first time of sexual abuse, it seemed like every time I turned around it was happening again.  As life would have it, I had more lessons to learn about trusting and forgiveness.

Stay tuned for next month’s blog to see how tragedy turned into triumph.

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