There I sat, the computer screen inches away from my face. I stared nervously, unwilling to look away. I kept biting my nails, a fact that I noticed only later when I finally glanced down at my war-torn nail beds. I was watching the movie Taken, a chilling action thriller that had me, at times, pacing pack and forth in my room.
The movie centers on a retired secret agent named Bryan whose seventeen year old daughter has been captured and sold into the slave trade. Although retired, he uses his skills (quite impressively, I might add) to find and save his daughter from a life of pain and torture. I knew very little about human trafficking before watching the movie. I am not quite sure if everything in the film is accurate, but it opened my eyes to a devastating tragedy.
When I crawled into bed that night, the following conversation from the movie played over and over in my head: