Way back in 2008, Liam Neeson starred in a movie called Taken. Basically, an ex-spy's daughter Kim (Maggie Grace of Lost) gets kidnapped during a trip to Europe and is hurled into the ruthless world of sex trafficking, a world in which such girls often disappear.
Neeson spends much of the rest of the movie kicking you-know-what, sustaining little more than a wound or two here and there -- enough to wear a sling at the end of the movie, if my memory's right -- while destroying the bad guys and saving his daughter.
She's not carrying a gun, and she's not killing anyone, but she's trying to save some daughters and spark something of a revolution over there. Or maybe over here. Or maybe both. Whatever she's doing, she's already scaring men over there. In blogs about the trip, she's recounted numerous instances in which men gathered around them as they interviewed girls and shot footage of a cafe.
She's shedding light on a sick and twisted industry, an industry in which girls are negotiated for within earshot of someone ordering a latte. Money for girls gets passed under coffee tables across which lovers might have once kissed.
Our world is broken. It will always be. But we can sometimes shine light into someone's individual world, and Anne's trying to do just that.
For some reason, this means something to me. Maybe it's because I have two younger sisters. Maybe it's because in marriage I'm finding my wife more incredible and beautiful every day. Trite as that sounds, it's true. She means more to me literally every day right now. And she says that the same's happening for her, in how she sees me.
Maybe it's because I have that -- we have that -- and knowing these girls never will breaks my heart a little bit. Maybe it's knowing that there's no way the life they live is the life we were meant to live.
Maybe it's because we're meant to explore and discover love through our lives, and all those girls will ever know is fear and slavery and emptiness where most people's souls are.