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Written by Joshua Pardy
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Wednesday, 11 August 2010 09:05 |
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Every day seemed like a week in Port-au-Prince. The heat was always harsh as the sun rose at 5:30 a.m., but the salience of every experience left a lasting impression.
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Written by Laura Parker
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Wednesday, 11 August 2010 00:00 |
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She runs to me and holds up thin brown arms. In the universal language of children, she is asking me to pick her up. She knows our car is leaving for the day, and she wants to be held as I walk towards it. A hundred yards, maybe. And so I heft her up in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my front like a little monkey. I start across the grass, and I hear a whispered thought: “Walk slowly.” Walk slowly, because the affection this 6-year-old receives in the brief steps to the car might be all she gets for the day. And so I do; I slow down. I rub her back, and I smell her sweaty hair. I bounce a little and make her giggle. And I whisper into her ear words that her mother should be saying.
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Written by Ben Skoda
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Wednesday, 28 July 2010 07:00 |
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When you find yourself riding a bicycle across the U.S. to raise money and awareness for anti-human trafficking efforts, as one often does, there are a number of ways to occupy the long periods of time you spend pedaling. Sometimes you ask yourself exactly why you are doing such a thing. Sometimes you count animal carcasses. In moments of severe discomfort (and they have been plentiful), I have found myself singing in an effort to divert my thoughts from the pain or exhaustion. My catalog of ‘80s worship choruses is extensive. Majesty.
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Written by Charlotte Blair
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Wednesday, 21 July 2010 07:50 |
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Dust coats everything in a pale shade of brown, hiding reality from those who walk by. If they glanced for a moment, they would see what is going on. From toddlers to old age the poor beg. Some for themselves and others for someone else. A few sit in front of plastic sheet houses that cannot keep weather and people out. The luckier ones in front of tin shacks, but not inside for it becomes a sauna in the heat of the day. As the light fades the women move toward dark corners in order to sell themselves to feed their children. But still, after all that, it is not enough, it's never enough. In order to survive in India you either have to be rich, courageous or numb. Dr Lalita Edwards is more than courageous.
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Written by Alyce Gilligan
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Wednesday, 21 July 2010 00:00 |
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In 1998, Rachel Lloyd first came to New York City with a missions team from the U.K. As a former victim of commercial sexual exploitation, she worked with adult prostitutes in the city, helping them exit “the life” and begin a new one. But Lloyd noticed some younger girls showing up in the same programs as the women, teen victims for whom there were no specific shelters; a group of girls that, not so long ago, 21-year-old Lloyd had been a part of. She had $30, a computer and just enough room in her home to start a small outreach program, but that was all Lloyd needed to found what is now known as GEMS: Girls Educational and Mentoring Services.
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