9/11 nearly killed him. From the ashes to a war on human trafficking.

When I arrived in America in 2001 with $50 and two suitcases, I had dreams — but no sense of purpose. Then 9/11 changed everything, and it would take years, and a cry for help from a trafficking victim, before I understood why I survived. | Written by Sujo John | The Christian Post | Read full story at Read More