my week in review

Today I was standing outside talking to my cousin in a parking lot. This truck pulls up to a stop sign. The windows are down and the driver is this guy, and he's letting whoever's sitting next to him in the truck have it. The f-bomb is flying, he's calling her names, he's yelling, he's scaring ME and I'm not even the person he's talking to. At one point I swear me and Crazy made eye contact, and I feel like that would persuade a normal person to at least tone it down a little, but it didn't affect him at all. I couldn't see who was next to him, but I said to my cousin, "If that's a kid in there, I'm calling the police." It was a woman, I'm guessing it was his wife. She appeared to be just sitting there and taking it. He made a left and drove out of sight. I wasn't sure what to do, and my cousin said there really wasn't anything we could do because we didn't see his license plate and we didn't know where he was going.

Two weeks ago I was sitting on my back porch with some friends at night when we heard a scream. It was a kid, and I could tell which house it was coming from. Now, I know everyone feels the need to throw a tantrum now and then (sometimes I still get the urge to be honest) but it really didn't sound like that. It sounded like someone was potentially in pain, but I really couldn't be sure. The thing is, I don't know these people. I looked around for extra food from the picnic we'd had that day. I thought maybe if we had some left over I could take it over and ask if these people wanted any and kind of go from there. But I couldn't find anything. So I didn't go.

On Monday, I went to a FREE (freedom and restoration for everyone enslaved) meeting. It was really great. These people get together to learn about human trafficking and take action against it in our county. I learned ALOT on Monday, and there were alot of things said that I'm thinking about. Towards the end this woman asked a really good question. I don't remember what the question was but somewhere in the dialogue that took place as a result of it, she started talking about Latino brothels. Apparently these places are really hard to bust because they look like houses. No one knows they're there.

And I mean I'm really hoping to do something with my life that involves social justice. IJM is still the dream, but I'm seeing that things happen everywhere. I could work in my hometown. I could work in any town. And I just really wish I knew my neighbors. I wish I was nosy, overprotective, concerned and INVOLVED. I wish I had called the police. I wish I hadn't been too proud to FIND a reason to go next door. I just don't want to be one of those people who passes people by...
(I'm done here because any resolutions of change wouldn't make sense yet-they'd sound good, but whether or not I will do them remains to be seen)