Years ago, I read an article in the newspaper. In this article, they interviewed several prostitutes. Their response to the questions asked them in the interview is what prompted me to write the following. The article was a real eye-opener to me, and caused me to realize that I should not be so quick to judge others in regards to their situation. BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, I could have been right there with them! They need our prayers…not our judgemental looks and harsh comments!-anita
She wasn’t always a prostitute…. She’d been some mother’s baby, small and pink and soft and pure. She’d been an innocent little girl making mud pies and skipping rope.
She said she’d been married once. It seemed like an eternity ago. Her husband and her had left their small home town and moved to the city to make a better life for themselves.
But, jobs were hard to find. He looked for work…while she became bored. Soon the drugs started…just so she could escape for a while, and not worry about their situation. It wasn’t noticeable at first, at least, her husband wasn’t aware…but addiction wasn’t far behind.
She was an addict now…a junkie. She stole what little money he’d bring home from doing odd jobs, just to buy drugs. She became repulsive to him, so he left because he couldn’t stand what she’d become.
Now…she walks the streets. She’s been beaten, stabbed, and robbed at gunpoint. Every night, she feigns love to fat, sweaty, disgusting men who pay her for her time.
I asked her, “What is the answer for you?”
In a quiet, wistful voice, she replied, “I don’t know…I think it’s death…”
“Living this way must be very difficult for you…what is the hardest part?” I asked.
She answered tearfully, “The hardest part, is having to be ME when it’s all done…”
She wasn’t ALWAYS a prostitute…
By: Anita Mondragon April 2008