A street in the red light district
In my job, there are many hard days. Days when we aren’t sure how we are going to pay all the bills, days that our raw materials don’t arrive on time to complete our order, days when one of the women’s drunk husband shows up at our office yelling and screaming after beating her up the night before. Honestly, there are days I just want to give up.
And then I meet someone like this 12-year-old girl. This week my oldest son will celebrate his 12th birthday. He still likes to play with Legos, enjoys video games, and loves to make stop action films. I am struck at how different his life is from this girl who in another life might be his classmate and sit next to him in school. But I know that just like my son is a beloved child, so is that girl.