GONE ARE THE DAYS

The World Cup starts in two days.

This is the largest sporting event for Human Trafficking. Advertisements start popping up luring people to the World Cup. For a little over $1000 you can purchase a plane ticket, ticket to game, hotel room and a prostitute with unlimited possibilities.

Imagine the possibilities if everyone that purchases these tickets would stop!

 Imagine if everyone would boycott the World Cup games to end Human Trafficking!

I sit here at the beginning of my young life, a mere teenager stuck between my youth and adulthood. I ponder the fact that as I age, will I be the change? Can I make the difference for those around me, near and far? Given the chance, I will stand for what I believe in. I will be bold in my beliefs and my faith. I will be bold for my Jesus!

Gone are the days of the youthful childhood where popsicles melt on sidewalks. No longer can you take bicycle rides into the darkness of a hot, summer night without fear. I live in a time where we sell people, my friends as if they are a mere package placed on a shelf. I live amongst the shadows of Human Trafficking. I have watched kids on the street taken by the pimps, sold into slavery and they will never come home.

I go to the grocery store to buy ketchup and bread. As I walk down the aisle, I wonder what people would think if they saw children placed in small jars for sale. Would people be disgusted by what they see? Or would they walk by as they did when my friend was taken in the darkness? My friend, my best friend was simply being a teenager in the moment, wanting to grow old before her time. She delved into the dark side and never came home. I warned her that the internet was a bad place to go. I warned her that not knowing someone on the other side of the computer screen made it impossible to be sure if they were safe. She didn’t listen. She poured her heart out over and over to a man she thought was a boy. One day, she poured out too much information and he came and took her away.

I miss my friend, I miss our talks, yet I know that there are people out there searching for her and they will bring her home. We used to go to church together, we were baptized together. We shared our faith like some girls share makeup! We have a faith that is so strong, we only know how to be bold in our faith for Jesus! It is what made us strong, it’s what kept us going. I hope she is speaking to God, for I know I cry out daily asking Him to bring my friend home.

I live in a time where I should be dreaming about which College I will choose, and now I simply do not want to move forward in my life. I miss my friend, so I press on. My friend and I were going to study abroad together, but now when I look at my future I am too scared to move. The angrier I get, the more I want to share her story so people know who took her and where she went. I choose to raise awareness in my town, and I will not stop until Human Trafficking no longer exists.

Call 1-888-373-7888 or text BeFree (233733). The National Human Trafficking Resource Center (NHTRC) is a national, toll-free hotline, available to answer calls and texts from anywhere in the country, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, every day of the year.

Sandie Heckman

 

 

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