Selling Doves (Part 1): Rescue

Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner.Β 

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Special Sauce

"We need each and every one of you: your talents, your convictions, even your weaknesses."

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The Timbali Project – Style That Changes Lives

These aren't normal essential oil carriers; they're handmade in Africa by the Bomake, women who serve more than 3,000 orphans a day. The women are given a sewing machine , taught to sew and provided materials to make these essential oil clutches. One bag is equal to a day's wages, allowing them to continue to support and feed children in the Nation of Orphans.

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The 911 Hokey Pokey

"I'm going to beat his face in!" As I stomped towards the truck to deck the driver, an iron grip closed on my small arm. The cop seized my other arm and wrestled me back to the driver door, opening it with effort for me.

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