When I was a little girl at about the age of four years old in 1982, I was kidnapped by local outlaws, that included members of the occult, gang and club members, the mob, and school district staff, and drug up into a child human labor and sex trafficking ring against my will. I have been an eyewitness to true horror, crime, and war since that time, with government, police, and military officials even becoming involved. I have seen the unimaginable. Flashing back, I believe that I was a child POW, and have memories of spending time on military bases without my family's knowledge. I was also being flown across state lines and overseas, all trips that I was being forced to make that violated my personal civil rights, liberties, and freedoms. I used to be so full of fear that I didn't know how to communicate with anyone about what was happening to me with local community members, who also had children that were classmates of mine or my siblings. I found hope and purpose in the pain.