I was a bit of an airhead yesterday. Couldn't spell my name the first time in class, forgot where broad ripple was on meridian, took off from work with my manager's keys still in my apron pocket... I guess that's all. Nothing catastrophic. I haven't left the house yet today except to get caught in the rain while walking the dog.
NPR had this story about a girl from Indonesia who was basically held as a slave for a wealthy family in CA for 7 seven years. She had come to the US to work and send the money back home to her family. However, there was no contract and the CA family didn't pay her the $50 a month they had originally promised her. She was only allowed to leave the house to get the mail. She was told that this was her destiny and that she would only be hurt/raped/killed if she did leave. A boy who frequently passed her on his bicycle when she got the mail saw 'the pain on her face' and eventually helped her to freedom. He gave her the number for an organization called CAST LA and now, after five years, she is finally without fear of this family taking her. I know she is just one of millions. 'In His name all oppression shall cease' and we must do something!!