As I have mentioned before, the young ladies I have the privilege of teaching at Save Our Sisters (SOS) are between the ages of 17 and 22.  They have undergone experiences in their young lives that, frankly, I can’t imagine, and I don’t care to recount here.  I will say that being physically forced into prostitution in their early teens and then for many subsequent years was the norm for this group of ladies.  Through the auspices of SOS, they were rescued several months ago, and are going about the difficult journey of sorting out what it now means to be alive.

The other day, I was on a never-ending tuk-tuk ride that made me 40 minutes late to my SOS class.  After paying the bad tuk-tuk driver, I grabbed my bag and ran to the ground floor open area where my class has come to be held.  It is next to the playground.  And what should I see?  My white t-shirt-clad students whipping down slides, crawling across jungle gym bars, swinging on swings, smiling, laughing, and generally just being the children they never got the chance to be…until now.


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