Highway To Hell by Matt Roper (Kregel)

When I think of Brazil, I think of beautiful beaches. Of course, there are beautiful beaches in Brazil. However, along a highway tourists don't travel, there is only ugliness. The hwy is Br-116. Along this highway are young girls from the ages of nine to about eighteen. There are also older women who act as pimps leading these girls into a life of sex, brutality and drugs. In Highway to Hell by Matt Roper, there are the personal stories of young girls who listened to their mothers and grandmothers or to friends. People who made the girls think the only way out of poverty is prostitution with truckers and other older men. Before their time these girls end up looking old, sick and depraved.

The book is not easy to read. Their stories are very painful. It's hard to accept that girls have lost their childhood to sex and drugs. There were times I had to stop reading the book. Other times I read the book faster and faster hoping to end the story of such lives quickly. It was a great relief to learn there are people like Matt Roper and Dean who are out to save little girls and not to destroy their lives. These two guys with the help of others built the Pink House. It is the beginning of  a new life for these young girls. They are taught that dreams in life are made for them too. One girl's dream was to do "drawing and coloring in."  In the Pink House, the room are pink with long mirrors and girls are taught Dance.

I am happy to say this kind of work continues to grow. More people are helping  and collecting  more girls from that ugly cycle of life they should have never experienced in the first place. store.kregel.com

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