“No Boom Boom = No Money”

All this to say, “No boom boom is no money.” 

i continue to have that phrase haunt me. Have you ever pictured yourself or your family at an extremity to live at the furthest point of desperation? 

“What can i do to survive?” 

or better yet, “What am i willing to do to survive & make sure my family survives?” 

Have you ever thought about what extent you were willing to go to if your family is starving? If your husband is on his death bed & you don’t have the money to supply the medical bill?

Those are the underlying questions, the awe facing realities of the women who, yes are making the choice to prostitute their bodies, but is it really a choice? And wouldn’t you if that was the only source of work and those questions were your literal situations?

“What am i willing to do to survive…”

“What is the cost of truly living?”

There was a women we met who took the time to tell us her story. She had been in the bars for only a week. She was from a very poor village in the south eastern side of Thailand where rice picking was the main source of work. This was a sufficient job for her family of three (her son, husband, and self) with the combined income of her husband, but that quickly changed. Her husband walked out on them. With income radically decreasing, her one year old baby started to approach a level of starvation and she had no other choice but to find work elsewhere to provide for her family and son. She left everything, her family, her son in the care of her sister, and travelled across the unknown country to find work. Little did she know the only work she would be eligible for is a “bar job”.

And so it begins.

There was another women we spoke with who originally came out Chiang Mai, looking for work to try to save her husband. Her husband was dying with kidney failure and with inability to work, the medical bills getting high, and their children’s bellies growling, she had no other choice. She started prostituted her body to save her husband, the man she loved, the only one she wanted to be with. And now, two & a half years ago her husband died and she feels trapped in this job title to pay for her children to eat and go to school, but miserably hating the life she now lives.

i could go on and on with the stories i’ve heard, the women i’ve sat with, and the utter monstrosities i’ve had my eyes opened to. The point of telling you this is to remind you, you do have a choice. Most of us in the western world have a choice whether it be work, school, food, or simple enjoyments, we have been given a choice of how we live our lives and what we do with our time.

A good friend of mine put it this way. 

It’s easy to question God as I stare darkness in the face everyday. It’s easy to ask Him, “Why did you let this happen?” “Why don’t they have a choice?” “Why are you letting them suffer?” The list of questions can go on and I could ask “Why?” from now until the end of the Race and them some.

But I don’t think the answer lies in questioning what God is doing. I have to trust that He knows best and that He truly does have all things under control. So if I really trust God in ALL things, this leads me to flip to questions….

Instead of me asking God,  “Why don’t they have a choice and what are you going to do about it?”

I think the better question is,  “Why do I have a choice and what am I going to do about it?”

“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.”

[Luke 12:48]

i come across people who don’t have a choice, but everyday I know I’ll see at least one person who does, myself.

Thank you Jesus that i, only by your grace, am not out prostituting my body. Thank you Jesus that you have given me the choice because of the sacrifice you gave on the cross and then enabled me to freedom because you were resurrected from the dead. PRAISE YOU G-d! 

You and i have been given a freedom and choice. i don’t know why G-d chose you or i over other people, but i do know if i don’t do something, who will?