Twelve weeks ago I found myself at the airport, sitting at baggage claim with eight other strangers wondering what the next six months would hold for me. I went into this experience thinking I was going to learn how best to do human trafficking ministry and have the opportunity to talk with girls already in the life. Little did I know that DTS would feel like open heart surgery and that it would be the most challenging three months of my life. If someone told me before I left what DTS actually consisted of, I probably wouldn't have even applied.
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