Rebecca's Story

My father grew up in PNG, so it had always been on my radar as a place to visit. In 2011 I was mugged after finishing a volunteer shift at Lifeline one night. I was attacked by an ice addict and dragged down the street. I lost a lot of skin from the dragging, and he kicked me in the face and stomach. The physical recovery took a little while, but it was the psychological recovery that was the hardest. For a long time after that I was terrified of walking anywhere and would avoid leaving the house. Recovery was slow, but I got there, and continued to work for Lifeline. In 2013, I heard that I could sign up to trek Kokoda to raise money for Lifeline. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to me: I could fundraise for a charity I cared a lot about, I could visit a place that is a part of my family and history, and I could prove to myself that I had overcome my anxiety about walking by tackling one of the toughest treks in the world. I signed up immediately, and in 2014 I spent ANZAC day on the Kokoda Track. It’s been one of the best things I have ever done in my life.

APR 2014