A Long Drive and a Thought
That Wouldn't Let Go
behind the mission
It began with a conversation — the kind that changes the way you see the world. Eric's daughter, a young woman with a servant's heart for victims of trafficking, had been learning everything she could about the crisis. She shared what she'd found. The numbers. The stories. The scope of it. And what she shared stayed with him.
Some time later, on a long drive, Eric's mind drifted back to everything they'd discussed. He turned it over, tried to make sense of something that refused to make sense. He could partially understand the desperation behind a shoplifting, a robbery, even an assault. But this — the kidnapping of young people, mostly girls, sold from one predator to the next through a network of exploitation — knowing full well the horror that awaited them? He could find no human explanation for it.
That was the seed. Right there on the highway, something took root. Eric started scribbling notes — on napkins, on receipts, on anything within reach. He didn't know it yet, but he'd just taken the first step down a road that would consume the next chapter of his life.