Sitting in the centre of town, burn marks on her back, malnourished, abused, used, alone, not yet a teenager, and made to look as sad and pathetic as possible for tourists. Her captor close by, watching as she begs money from tourists. An all to real version of Slum Dog Millionairre. She is my daughters age and I feel terrrible guilt for pretending she didn't exist on a recent trip to the Dominican Republic. At random moments, my mind wanders to her and I feel ashamed for ignoring this kind of treatment of a child. Originally, my reaction was, "What can I do about it?" But as I can't seem to bury this memory, I realize that this is a cop-out. I teach my clients everyday that they are capable of great things and that yes they can do something about it. I have decided to do something about it. I don't know what or how I will do it but here I will blog about my progress and success. Please feel free to help! All advice and assistance is greatly appreciated. Help me to show the world that there is something we can do about it!