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As humans, we are well practiced at playing the blame game. Pointing to someone else for our faults or mistakes is a concept grasped as early as our toddler years. It takes humility and a great swallowing of pride to own up to doing something wrong and it's hard. But what about blaming ourselves for something that necessarily isn't our fault? I admit I do that...A LOT. When things happen that are beyond my understanding, I often find myself wondering what I did to cause them because blaming myself is so much easier than trying to accept what is beyond my understanding. For example, there are still times (foolishly, I know) where I blame myself for my mom leaving. Maybe I was a difficult child and hard to discipline. Maybe I was one of those frustrating children that make moms want to pull their hair out. Logically I know these are irrational thoughts but at times, it's easier to believe those things rather than try to understand the real reason she left, which I may neve

A few days ago, I read a book called "A Walk Across the Sun' by Corban Addison. Wow. At times it made me cry and at times it left me speechless. The book is about two teenage sisters in India who survive the awful tsunami that happened there the day after Christmas in 2004 only to be sold into human trafficking, more specifically, sex trafficking. The older girl ends up being rescued while still in India while the younger is eventually rescued in America, after multiple 'jobs' in India and France.  Yes, both girls eventually get rescued but the sad reality is in the life outside of a fiction novel, rescuing is something that rarely happens to the millions of boys and girls who are trafficked daily in the United States and many other countries in the world. I've spend countless moments of my adult years pondering the deep question forced upon me in my childhood years - what in the world possesses an adult to want to have sex with a child?  It is unfathomable to me