Someone nudged her toward the door of the dark red sedan as it slowed to a stop near an intersection. Her head was still spinning as she found the handle and tumbled out of the door in the pre-dawn shadows. She reached into her purse hoping she would find the money she had been promised to help pay her rent. Abuse wasn't new to her; but she hadn't planned on a life of prostitution. A friend had told her she knew someone who could help her pick up some cash. Now all these months later it was the only way she could pay for the drugs she needed.
A woman in a black Jeep parked across the street in an alley was watching. She knew what it was like to have life turn out differently than you planned. Now she was reaching out to hundreds of women to try to help them find their way through the vision of the ministry she had founded in Akron, Ohio
