Tears welling in her eyes. Her passion flowing from her heart. Palpable. Her voice quivers, “I was sexually abused by one person for two years. These kids [children who are sex trafficked] don’t even get a break to go down the street and buy a Popsicle. I cannot fathom how they survive the repeated violation of their bodies by hundreds of perpetrators over the years . . . sometimes their whole childhood.”
No rest. No play. No childhood.
It is a horrible subject, I know. We don’t want to think about, I get that. We certainly don’t want to talk about it, I understand. But what if we could actually do something about it? If we could change the life of one child or woman who has endured being trafficked, would it be worth our minor discomfort?
I am one momma with many children. What can I do? I am a sister. What can I do? I am friend to many who have been sexually abused. What can I do? Sound familiar?
I know. I get that. I understand.
Let’s take a journey together over the next several weeks. I’ll do the research. I’ll write the blog. And together we’ll find out what we can do.
Together. Hearts linked. Minds ready.
So we can think about it. So we can talk about it. So we can do something about it.