I escaped the cage and found freedom from the wood pellets and stale feeder food. Maybe certain people tried to look for me; maybe they didn't. I didn't care. I was a hamster with a plan. I came to a fork, took the road less traveled and began running like my life depended on it (and hey, maybe it did).
ecently I was thinking about a little boy named Jared who came to live at one of the group homes in Westchester. He was about 5 or 6 years old. We never know the children's back stories, nor their current situations there, except that most of them were orphaned and understandably confused when they first arrive.
There is a government role in combating sex trafficking and the abusers -- but what about the victims? These women are broken physically, emotionally, and spiritually. They need healing in all areas and Christian-based programs have proven to be successful over and over. I will continue to be a voice for these victims.