Fight For Freedom: We Will Not Stop

I’m sitting here, in the middle of a case, wondering how did we get here? Almost 6 years ago is when we directed the first family fun run to raise awareness for all the victims of human trafficking, and now I find myself in a hard position of prayer and diligence just trying to save one more girl.

More often than not, when I have conversations within different communities, there are drastic misconceptions of what is human trafficking and who it affects. First of all, it happens to every demographic; black, white, hispanic, rich, poor, tall, short, old, young, male, and female. There are children even sitting in class right now that are being trafficked and no one around them knows that their reality is actually a nightmare.

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What is scary to me about this is that there is a desire to NOT spread awareness. There are actually people and leaders who do not want to discuss the possibility of this tragedy in their towns or schools or churches. And when that happens, there is some young girl who is living in terror and exploitation that may never know what it’s like to feel happiness. They may never know what normal is or even what it feels like to be safe. And their story would (should) enrage everyone and cause us all to do whatever is necessary to rescue each and every one of them. And yet their story may never be told.

The stories of these survivors are as terrifying and unimaginable as they are real and debilitating. And most of the time the only stories we hear are from “survivors” as there are still so many trapped and still being exploited. To me, it is both haunting and extremely motivating.

The struggles of these cases are very real for every person on the many teams trying to rescue and rehabilitate the victim while also trying to gather evidence and prosecute the traffickers. Every victim is different and every one of them require a different path to safety and rehabilitation. But they all have one thing in common, the people who are fighting for their freedom refuse to stop. We refuse to relax while they suffer. We refuse to let their every day continue to be their normal.

In this declaration of war against human trafficking, I can assure you although I may be rucking 200 miles by myself, I am not alone. As that 13 year old girl suffers another day of exploitation at the hands of men she doesn’t know, she is not alone. As she lays there and fears another day, she is not alone. They are not alone and they will not be forgotten.

We are here and we are coming for you.


200 Mile Ruck March

On March 25, one of our Directors, Jordan, will be ruck marching for 200 miles to our state capitol to engage our state and local leaders, legislators, municipalities, schools, churches, and business to unite and declare war on human trafficking. To learn more click below to the Facebook fundraiser.