This weekend I helped Florida Abolitionist move to new offices. When the old office was pretty much packed up and loaded onto a truck, we took a selfie. Of our sweaty, 95-degrees-and-even-higher-on-the-hot-pavement selves:
When I got home, I thought, “I wish the girls who are being trafficked right now could see this.” I don’t mean, “I wish they knew what we endured for them.” I mean, “I wish we could let them know they’re not forgotten and we’re more than willing to put up with 95-degree temps to free them. I wish we could send them some hope and encouragement that they’re not forgotten.”
A few hours later I had a little picture of us doing it all again—boxing everything up and moving it out. Only this time it would be because there’s no more trafficking. No more girls and boys and men and women to rescue. No more laws to change. No more buyers or traffickers to arrest and put behind bars. No more shattered lives to heal.
No. More. Trafficking.
You may think that’s pie in the sky but I don’t. I would not be in the business of preventing child trafficking if I didn’t think I could succeed at it. Whatever you do, don’t you think you’re going to succeed at it? I hope so, or else why are you in business? My business is reaching kids before the traffickers do, and I 100% believe we can do that—not only in small numbers, not only in large numbers, but in complete numbers. I 100% believe that someday there will be no more trafficking on the planet.
Someday Florida Abolitionist and Born2Fly and every other anti-trafficking organization around the world will pack up everything and give away all the desks and throw away all the papers. Because the day will finally come when there is no more human trafficking.
That’s the day I live for. And I can’t wait to take a selfie on that moving day.