I was recently reviewing the beginnings of my work in human trafficking, more specifically, sex trafficking. I am passionate on this work. I really believe that this will be the defining work of my life–this is an area I intend to dedicate the remainder of my life to helping to end.
In the seventies my sister was finishing up high school in our small north Georgia town. One Friday night she was at the game room in our local mall. Toward the end of the evening, as the mall was nearing its closing time, a young man and woman approached my sister, engaging her in conversation. Over the course of a few minutes they were working hard to convince her to leave the mall with them to perform some favor. My sister turned from them and gathered several of her friends to protect her. She was not sure why, but something did not feel right.