In the forties, fifties, and sixties Americans wanted to believe the US was a relatively safe place.
Sure, hundreds of thousands of kids “left home.” They were called “runaways”. People figured they'd be back, and some did come home.
Others did not come home, they turned up in brothels or with street pimps...in a life that was for them...just like home.
Thousands and thousands of others were simply gone. Many show up today only we don't call them “runaways” anymore. Now we call them “unsolved mysteries” and “cold case files.”
People quit expecting missing children to show up again alive. We are a bit more aware and a lot more realistic now.
Human trafficking isn't just a problem in the crowded streets of Bangkok or the war-torn nations of Africa. It's happening within your city. Christianity Today reported that anywhere between 100,000 and 300,000 American children are trafficked and exploited each year.
Each year, that is truly an astounding number.
I’ll read tomorrow. I can never get to everything every day, darn it. What to speak of all the stuff in my “real” life.