I was driving through a small town and saw a woman waving, I thought, frantically. Maybe she was frantic. I thought something was terribly wrong. I was a volunteer fireman, trained in CPR and as an EMT Basic.
I stopped. I was correct. The woman was down on her luck, down on life, and down by the side of the road. I didn't know how to help her. I still don't. I gave her some money.
We are our brother's keeper. We are also our sister's keeper.
I didn't have much money to give her. I was family oriented. I felt the strong need to hoard the little money I had, for my own family.
I wanted nothing in return for the money I gave.
It would be cheating my daughter.
It would be cheating "society" as I would like to see it.
It would have been cheating the woman. She should not have to be in the company of strangers for any reason. She should not have to sell herself for basic needs. She should not endanger herself for a place to live or for food to eat. She should not have to compromise her body, mind, and soul.
It would have been cheating me. I want to be a better person. I want the same things for that woman as I would want for my daughter.
I want "the lady by the side of the road" to have a home, nourishment, clothing, a lot of things, and respect.
I don't want to be better than the "lady by the side of the road".
I want the best for the "Lady By The Side Of The Road".
When I make a reference to Jesus, it is not that I want you to join a religion, a cult, or a club. It is because this Man lived a perfect life. He strove to raise the beggar, the sick, the sinners, the down trodden to a loftier position in life, or perhaps their own minds.
Who would I be, to want anything less?
I am not very smart. I write about what I see. I have worn a lot of hats, and I've been in some "other sides of life". They are not "so other side". The "other sides of life" are far too common.
The strains being put on Americans today, because of the gulf between "haves and have-nots", may push and pull the human tolerances apart, right here, right now, before our eyes.
I could give you facts about prostitution, from the beginning of recorded history. I could give you the definitions, synonyms, the diseases associated with sexual slavery, and sexual slavery is what it is. It is human trafficking. But the worst result of "it", is what "it" does to the spirit of one who is enslaved as this.
The repercussions of being treated as a "thing" or a "tool", instead of a human being worthy of what humans are worthy of, and capable of, is demoralizing to the point of "animalizing" and worse. The "tool" is not worthy of what a normal pet is afforded.
So, I'm not smart. I don't know what I can do besides to throw some bits of money to them. I don't know how to treat the homeless, but to throw some pieces money.
I don't want to ignore them. I want to inquire. I want to know how they came to be. But how does one do that without intruding, without embarrassing, and without hurting?
How does one become involved, without becoming involved?
If the "truly educated", the affluent, the movers, and shakers cannot solve this riddle -they are no smarter than I, and no smarter than the other slaves.
It also makes no sense to punish the victim. Instead- punish the "buyers" not the "sellers".
Lady By The Side Of The Road
She flagged me down in a one horse town.,
Hopping and waving her arms all around.
I pulled over quickly to see what was wrong,
Hoping more help would soon come along.
I had to know what words would be spoken.
She said she was alone and her heart was broken.
I asked her how she had come to be there.
Her love had left her and no one seemed to care.
She had no money or food to eat.
So she’s standing by the road with strangers to meet.
“I’ll do anything for ten dollars she said.”
I gave her a twenty and drove on instead.
I guess she’s standing by the road turning tricks.
But what came first, the tricks or the pricks?
If only there were an ending to this tired episode,
And the "Lady Standing By The Side Of The Road".
Escort Me Out Of Here
A Feminist Overview
- Women\'s History Then & Now - Prostitution
Reason why women become prostitutes, societal views and the debate over a solution have remained the same since the 1800s