They are Real

I have always known that people are affected much more with issues of slavery, sex trafficking, starvation, and malnourishment when they personally know the people who are being affected. If your son was starving you would do anything you could to feed him. If your sister or your wife was being trafficked for sex or if she was raped (even one time) you would want to do anything to bring her justice, and stop it from happening again. If your best friend was being worked 6 days a week for 15 hours a day, treated horrible, and paid nothing you would get them out of that surrounding. You would never purchase anything from the company exploiting him/her. And yet there are sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, wives and husbands, friends dying from starvation, scared from being trafficked, overworked from slavery and yet we do nothing.

The other day I had the most amazing opportunity to watch a 2 week old baby and she was so precious. I loved to watch her sleep because in her I saw innocence. Then I begin to think of this innocent little girl in the conditions of children around the world and it made my heart sink. I put her name on the girl dying of starvation and malnourishment, on the girl lying on the brothel floor praying that she wont have to give herself to another man, on the girl who has been injured numerous times by the machines she works with all day and doesn’t have a chance to a childhood. Then it began to become real. This child could be me… this child could be someone I love. This child is someone who is loved by someone.