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  Cochabamba, Bolivia
Saturday, October 11, 2008

So I dont always want to write about the bad things, I hope this isnt a blog of depressing stories. But I do want to share the things that impress me. I was thinking about what love is the other night. There is that famous verse that says real love is the one that lays down his life for his friend. That sounds great, but how many people really have the chance to show real love. Even if they wanted (and had the courage to do it) to throw themselves in front of a car to save their friend, the opportunity just doesnt present itself very often.
I was standing on my street corner with my friend after a night of dancing (has become pretty typical) and it was about 3am. I have written that there are groups of kids that live on the streets here, and there is a group that sleep in a corner about 200 yards from my building. This particular night there were a couple of kids across the street from us on the other corner, two boys and a girl, probably about 12-15 years old. The kids are just standing around, when a white štaxiš pulls up and two men jump out. One of the guys has something in his hand, some type of weapon and they start yelling at the kids. While one of the guys opens the trunk, the other one with the weapon chases down the girl who is screaming and trying to get away, picks her up throws her in the trunk, and they take off.  So I know what your thinking, katie what did to do to save her? The answer is nothing.  I was completely scared, trying to open the lock on my building to get inside when I saw the guy with the weapon start at them. So the answer is, trying to protect myself.  At the time I didnt know there was any law enforcement groups that cared about this kind of stuff, and by the time we found out it does exist, we couldnt remember the number on the taxi. So really, a girl was abducted from the street and there is no one looking for her. How horrible is that. The reality is that the human trafficing is alive and well, and all the time there are kids suffering as a result. The difference this time was that it happened right in front of my face.

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