Eyes

I realize that the eyes that I view Las Vegas with are probably different than most. When I walk through the casinos now, I see the girls working and I wonder what their lives are like. I wonder if they are out on their own volition or if they are one of the women and children forced into modern slavery. I work events for the trade shows that come to town with a pit in my stomach knowing that many of the men in the room will buy a young girl when the business day is done. I see cab drivers and valets and I wonder if they are the ones taking a cut off the backs of girls forced into prostitution. When I drive down the 15, I look at all the casino lights and I wonder how many girls at that moment are in those hotel rooms living a life they never wanted or imagined. I wonder how many of them there are.

Every night driving home from work, I look at the panoramic view of the city outside my window and I ask myself: how do I make people care? How do I unite, educate and mobilize a group of citizens to action? How do we stop sex trafficking in Las Vegas?