“…My heart was pounding so loud I could feel the blood pulsing in my ears. Every nerve was on alert. Did I hear someone behind me? I rolled the garbage cans to the curb, like I did every Thursday night in this wealthy town, the only task I did unattended, a brief moment away from the watchful eyes of my captors, those I had been sold a slave to when I was just seven years old in Taiwan. Now was my chance to escape. I bolted, running as fast as I could towards the end of the street and into the car that was waiting for me. Everything I owned ...

“Hello Mr. Tree. Do you remember me?” Shari whispered. “I was a little girl when you knew me as a slave, but I just wanted to let you know...I’m free now!” The beauty of Shari’s favorite tree in its park-like surroundings was in stark contrast to this little girl who was once held as a slave. As Shari continued to speak to the tree, I tried to catch my breath as I looked up at the tree that was cut in the form of a square at the very top. Griped with a new-found sense of God’s providence that completely amazed me ...