This is a sample of Chapter 2 entitled “Hunger.” Sales are going well, get your book on special from amazon.ca now.
Meet Jillianna. I met her in a red light district in the Dominican Republic. I was there with two philanthropists showing them how desperate the situation had gotten in this area. The goal, of course, was to garner financial support for development projects in that region. Given the nature of where we were, we were not surprised at the fact that we were being accosted by prostitutes every few minutes, but then Jillianna emerged. She spoke English better than most people that we met that night and she was clearly feeling out of place. As I engaged her in conversation, it became increasingly clear that she was not a “prostitute” as we would define it. She was in the industry of prostitution but not because she wanted to be. She lacked the sensual swagger and the seductive poses. She truly looked awkward in that situation.
I asked Jillianna why she was there but I was not prepared for her answer. With a sheepish look on her face and a feeble attempt to mask the shame that she was imposing on herself, she uttered these words:
“What I do is very bad. I am not proud of myself, but my mom is dead and my dad is very sick. My little sister lives with us and she has a baby. I am responsible for paying for the house and the medical car of my father. I also have a little boy of my own…and he is always hungry.”
He is always hungry. Those words haunt me to this day. How is it that the western world can justify getting fat on our excess, while moms are forced have sex with strangers because their children are hungry?
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