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My Story of Surviving Sex Trafficking: How I Found Freedom & Healing
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
The Debt of Honor: Unveiling the Harsh Reality of Child Trafficking
She isn’t wearing a burka. She isn’t on her knees in the middle of the street, waiting for the first stone to strike her tender flesh and carry her into another world. But she has been sent to her death nonetheless.
Of Wolves and Warriors
Walking into the red-light district, I see an untapped army before me. In the cacophony of noise and lust I see Spartans and Vikings…