Share Hope International.
It was then that I was first approached by a guy named Robert. I actually knew he was a pimp; I just didn’t recognize how dangerous it was to accept his help, and he came to me at a time of real crisis in my life. Not only did he help me with rent and furniture, he even got me gifts and made me feel loved, wanted, comforted and special. I told myself that I was different, that he really loved me, and I came to trust him unconditionally. Then one day he said we were going for a ride to Indianapolis for a day trip, and that is when my life changed forever.
