In my adult years, I learned God gave me a heart of compassion, it wasn't enough to just give, but to help make a difference on higher level.
I also learned about human trafficking at an awareness event and I cried just as I have for the mission trip workshops I attended.
One would of thought I was at a funeral for the loss of a loved one, tears just flowed like a river, my heart ached for these situations.
I've always known in my heart I would make a difference, but didn't know how and when it would manifest. In small ways, I have through the years, but those weren't and isn't enough for me...
I realize today, this wasn't going to happen until I was out of the marriage I was in. I'm a survivor of Domestic Violence, I was in a verbally and psychologically abusive marriage for 21 years.
Sad to say I was in it for so long, but I'm here, I survived. I went into the relationship with low-self esteem and came out of it with a healthy self-esteem.
I'm a live, mentally and emotionally stable and free. What should of broke me, didn't, what should of put me in a mental institution, didn't, what could of had me in prison, didn't, by the Grace of God, I'M HERE, I AM A SURVIVOR.
What happened for me to know the time is now? It was the very story I began with, I couldn't pass a homeless person without giving the person what they requested.
One day, a gentlemen who I've seen and given to plenty of times outside of a store, was insisting on getting my attention this day.