When I think of the term best friend, my mind begins to dream of cute little girls in a field of daisies, twirling in their pink and white dresses, blowing the petals off flowers-laughing and just enjoying each other’s company.
Yor and I are not in a field of daisies. We’re in the middle of Bangla Road amidst lust, alcohol and sex yet by the grace of God we have been able to enjoy each other’s company and just laugh with each other.
Yor is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen with a smile so bright that could light up the entire street. She is 43 but doesn’t look a day over 22. She’s about 5’0 feet tall but has a personality that’s the size of a giant.
She had been married to the love of her life for about 25 years and he was killed in a motorcycle accident 3 years ago. She was a cook in a restaurant for most of her life. She loves cooking Pad Thai and she has 2 sons… one 16-who “needs” braces and the other 18- studying at University to become a doctor.
When I met her, she had only been working for 2 nights. She hates her job but loves her sons so much that she is willing to sacrifice her body to pay for school and braces. They have no idea she works there nor she thinks they care. 
My heart broke when she told me her story, when I saw a man who didn’t love her hold her in her arms and she looked at me with sadness and helplessness.
My heart broke when she gave me a look of surprise and shouted forth joy after I said I wanted to be her friend and that I loved her.
My heart broke when she told me how much money she needs to pay for the bills and her debt monthly and the idea of how many times she would have to be viewed as a sexual object to pay for rent, food, braces and tuition.
My broken heart broke into more pieces when she rejected me when I asked to do lunch and she said, “I don’t know if I will be bought tonight. I don’t know about tomorrow ”
We all can’t guarantee tomorrow but because of this job she doesn’t know if she will have other “obligations.”
My already broken heart shattered into a million more pieces when she left the arms of a man to tell me,“He bought me. I was bought for the next 10 days.”
I ran out of the bar weeping. Every other time I waited until I was at home by myself but I couldn’t hide my pain. Some of the women from our squad began to pray for me. People began to ask others around me what was the matter. I didn’t care. I have never felt heartbreak like that ever.
God says we are priceless but some value people to be the price of only 2 McDonald’s meals.
My heart not only breaks for her but it broke for him and the other men out in Patong trying to search after meaningless sex and cheap gratification.
I was immediately reminded of the time I went to Mr. Hambley’s class before leaving to do the race and speaking about how and why I desire to fight for these women (check the blog out here).
She is “purchased” until the 20th and we leave on the 22. I pray that we will be able to see each other again. The only thing I can do is pray, but it’s also the best thing I can do. My heart breaks yet again at the thought of not being able to see her, but nonetheless- God is good and he has a perfect plan.
Pray for the man and his heart that he begins to see her as a woman. Pray for her safety. Pray that she doesn’t get seduced by this lifestyle. Pray that she realizes her worth and pray that she will know of a love greater than any earthly love she could ever find.
You won’t relent until You have it all
My heart is Yours
God is relentless. She may be “purchased” for 10 days but God has purchased her sins and deems her wonderful, beautiful, lovely and WORTHY.
