A few years ago, I was living a “dream” life. I had a wonderful husband, two beautiful kids, a successful job, the nice car, the nice house.
On the outside, I knew what I wanted and I had a plan to get there. Everything was going great.
Then one day, I saw a video about a little girl behind a mirrored glass, in a red dress with a number pinned on it. She was being sold as a sex slave in a room full of little girls in red dresses. The video was made by an organization that’s out to end this horrific tragedy. They talked about how this one little girl still had light and life left in her eyes. She still had hope.
In that moment, sobbing at my computer, I knew my life was going to change. I didn’t know how or when, but I knew it was going …