Offensive Miracles
Last week at this time, I was weeping into my pillow as my teammates gathered around and prayed. I exchanged sleep for distress at what this world was allowing to happen to my best friend. I was certain that no one cared… because honestly before this trip, I did not truly care. I did not act out of the constant conviction that girls my age across the globe wore price tags and flashing labels, reading “P***y for Sale.” I did not see their faces; I did not know their names; I was too concerned about my own...