I& #39;ve always loved hockey. Hockey hasn& #39;t always loved me back. When I was 10, at Kris King& #39;s Hockey Camp, I was hazed for a number of days (my first taste of the misplaced anger in hockey I& #39;ve never been able to stomach). On the way home day 3, my uncle, who& #39;d struggled w/ his...

...own demons due to other people& #39;s mistreatment of him, could tell something was wrong. I didn& #39;t want to say anything but I trusted him. I broke down in tears and confessed. He hit the brakes, turned the truck around and went straight to Kris King to make sure the other boys...

...were held accountable and that I& #39;d be separated from them the next day. I wish I& #39;d had the chance to tell my uncle how much that moment meant to me. I cried myself to sleep for a long time after that at camp, but I& #39;ll forever be thankful for my uncle who believed...

...me and had the courage (Jim was a very soft-spoken man) to face down an NHL enforcer to tell him there was something foul going on at his camp. It& #39;s terrifying for me to think about how much harder that experience would have been if not for my uncle.

There are so many...

...calls for help from women in sports that continue to fall on deaf ears. Women feel handcuffed to come forward because retribution is still very real.

Men. Acknowledge the problem publicly. Be someone that can be trusted to fight for those being harassed.

I should add Kris King made sure everything was taken care of!