A tear in my eye

While on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic two years ago I met a precious young girl.Her name was Maria. Her mom had died several years earlier. She was living with her aunt,uncle,dad, and brother.She was twelve and loved to dance.She was adventureous, precocious, and very outgoing. Maria was learning to speak english.When she grew up she was hoping to become an interpreter for missionaries, or maybe be a dancer. She came to our mission sites everyday. During the evening we would have crusades and she would learn about Jesus. She wanted to hold my hand,ask a million questions,smile alot, and comb my hair. She was a complete joy! I was trying to learn Spanish and she English. We had great fun trying to talk back and forth to each other. It was strange because as we traveled around the city ministering to the poor and sick Maria would pop up out of nowhere.I asked her "how she knew how to find me". She said she would take a motorcycle taxi to the place where the "American missionaries were" I was a little overwhelmed at the thought of a young girl traveling around that city alone. During our time together we talked about ways she could be safe, about staying in school and that education was so important. We talked about God, how much He loved her, that she was His special girl. It was God's idea that we met and that we could spend such a fun week together. She asked me if I would give her a gift so she would have something to remember me by. I gave her a necklace and some of my clothes. I told her I wanted to bless her so I prayed and asked God to keep her safe,to protect her, that she would grow up healthy and happy, and that she would love God her whole life. When we said goodbye for the last time we cried and held each other tight.I wished I could have brought her home with me so I could protect her,teach her, love her like the mom she so desparately seemed like she needed. I had to leave her in God's hands. As we departed she took a red ribbon fron her hair and gave it to me.She hoped it would always remind me of her. It does and I will always pray for her. With a tear in my eye, Lord protect her.

He,a white german thirty something man,a "sexual tourist",meets a lone Dominican man holding a sign with his name Wilhelm Feig,Fantacy Tours. When asked about his trip he said he came to have sex with young black Dominican girls. He had a "thing" for these young "latino babies". Someone asked him why he thought this was okay. Well he said you know thats what they are "BRED" for. You know its in their blood its their "appetite". Then another question: did he have a sister and would it be okay for someone to come to Germany to use her? The answer NO of course not, why do you think I come here. I have been to Dominican Republic many times. I have witnessed many of these same scenarios. Four fat white guys from Indiana USA came for fun I asked them what they had planned. Their answers were ambiguous,resort hopping, drinking beer, clubbing. Once you understand trafficing and sexual predation perpatrators are easy to recognise. These guys were waiting for their tour guide. The last time my husband Mike and I were in Santo Domingo the capital he was propositioned while I was standing there with him. He was offered a nice young fresh girl. He said he was with his wife and wasn't interested. The guy said I was old and that a young girl would be much better. WOW right there out in public, offers when you aren't looking. So how does a man justify his sexual appetite by abusing young girls. How does he come to the conclusion that some people are just "bred" for his pleasure. How does he not see the human face, the spirit, the soul of an innocent child, perhaps a beautiful young girl named Maria. The fact that my little Maria is at risk for abduction,slavery,pain and unspeakable horrors make me cry out to my GOD. How could I not stand for these innocents. How could I not ride and witness everyday for the millions of Marias in this world with a tear in my eye but the strength of God in my heart.