Imagine this.

 
You walk down an uneven set of cement stairs covered by trash into Rocky’s – the club where you work. The club smells like…well…a porta potty to put it simply. You approach a table that is covered by a faded $1 red and white, striped tablecloth. The table underneath the tablecloth is a plastic Little Tyke table that you’d buy for your 4 year-old son or daughter. The chairs are also blue, plastic, Little Tyke chairs. The hard, cold plastic seats are uncomfortable and they’re something you’ll never get used to.


At the table is a gentleman that you’ve never met before. He’s not interested in your name or your interests. He only wants one thing.

During awkward silences, you glance at the dusty, 20-inch TV that sits on top of the speaker as it plays, both, Philippino and American pop songs. You make small talk but not too much because it really doesn’t matter. You discuss his “interests” and what you are worth to him. It’s not much…around $6.

Your family is depending on you. They live in poverty. But this is a different kind of poverty. This is a poverty that doesn’t receive any government assistance. This is a poverty that looks like this:


…a shanty town, built on poles over a lagoon, and is washed away every year by the annual typhoons.

This is a poverty that hasn’t eaten in days. This is a poverty that has 15,000 women in a 1.5 mile strip, trafficked in the sex industry. This is a poverty that has you walking by today’s delivery of Coke bottles…


…up a ladder that has seen better days to a bed that is DIRECTLY ABOVE an actual porta potty.

Welcome to the VIP ROOM.
(and yes, it smells like the porta potty
…AND a few clothes that remain behind)


Hopefully, you had time to read VIP Room (Part 1), and took time to view and consider what you were viewing.


The picture that you are viewing is truly the “VIP Room.” And the story that I just described is the reality for many!!

I challenge you to watch the video below from wipeeverytear.org and Kenny Sacht.

*You can bring hope to someone’s mother, daughter, or sister.*