I am only one of 6,000 children who will be orphaned today by AIDS.
I am only one of 25,000 people who will die today of hunger.
I am only one of 12 million people trafficked into forced labor or the sex trade worldwide.
My name is not important, because there are so many of us. You may pass me by and not even notice me. You may think I am in some far reaches of the world, some impoverished third-world country that has too many problems to fix. But I am where you live, too. I am everywhere.
Am I less than human? Am I so easily discarded and forgotten?
Will you look away?
