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Lacy is one of the survivors featured in the Chosen film, who was thirteen years old at the time she was trafficked.  Sharing today from an interview when she was nineteen years of age. Asking the question: How did your rescue occur?

Lacy: Well, my rescue occurred because Linda Smith trained my probation officer when I was arrested. My probation officer was then able to “flag” my case and brought it to Linda’s attention, and they screened me while I was in juvenile detention. I met one of the Shared Hope advocates there, and she was a detention officer. There were a lot of people who would interview me with their different backgrounds or wherever they were in the system, but only one of them really stood out, and now I know she was trained by Shared Hope International. She really knew how to not intrude with questions and just kind of, just let me know that Shared Hope’s here for you kind of thing. She knew not to be pushing on me, ’cause as soon as you push on these girls, they’re gonna run.

So it was more comfortable talking to her and I started opening up. I think what really got to me was, she had brought me a Snickers bar in the interview room. The rest of them just kind of jumped right in: your name, this, that and the other, and were kind of very formal about it. But this person was very nice, and not intrusive, and just respected that I didn’t really want to speak to anyone, you know.

I was just turning 15 when she came and I’d been trafficked then for two years. I had really started becoming hardened in that environment, just being abused that way.

Before I was trafficked, I was a really nice person. I was probably one of the nicest people you could meet. (laughing) And then after that time frame, you know, I just became a different person, just slowly transitioning. During that time while you’re being trafficked, you start forgetting your self-worth and things like that, so that reflects on who you are, and you just don’t care anymore because all your choices are taken away. And you don’t care about other people anymore.

I was very angry and became very aggressive and ya just don’t look at people like people anymore. You look at them like monsters, you know. There’s been times when I was arrested and one of the purchasers or clients was, you know told, “You can go,” by the police. And then you start looking at the people that are supposed to be helping you, like the police and our justice system, and they’re the enemies. You start seeing them that way because that’s what your traffickers are telling you in the first place, is “They’re not gonna help you. They’re not gonna care for you.” And then they reflect that by letting the buyers go and taking you to jail in handcuffs.

And I fell for it, you know, because it wasn’t like what you would think from a movie, and they have like this trench coat and they’re hiding in a shadows barely lit. No, buyers are just average people, average men, you know. They go to work, they come home, and then they run to the grocery store with car seats in the back, and they rent me for about 30 minutes before they go back home with the milk that the wife asked for. It makes me angry and it’s so gross, because they don’t see what they’re doing as wrong. And if they do see it, they don’t care and they’re just taking away a kids’ life like mine, just to bring themselves momentary happiness or whatever they get from it.

People ask me, “How did you get through this, being hurt and wounded and men doing things to you in the way that they did? How did you trust that God is still there for you?”

Actually I didn’t trust that God still loved me, you know, after those times. Sometimes I think God would try to reveal Himself to me, but I’d tell Him to go away. I didn’t want anything to do with God, because how did You let me, a good kid, go through this horrible stuff?  You know, I read books to my brothers and sisters, and took them out on little play dates, and just different things like that. I volunteered in my community and went to youth group and youth retreats. I did my Ten Commandments. How could You let something like that happen to me?

There was a lot that I didn’t understand during that time, that God had to later reveal to me when I was ready, because I thought that He was quiet when all this was happening to me. Not that He was quiet, but that He was gone. I felt like He left me because of the things I did.

I blamed myself for everything. Like I put myself into this position by choosing to skip school to be with this guy. In my mind it seemed that I did it to myself. And I realize now, you know, thinking back on it, I was blaming myself for what my trafficker brainwashed me to believe. So, I suffered through a lot of anger, depression, a lot of guilt and I was just so angry. I hated everyone and I know hate is a very strong word, but at the time, that’s exactly how I felt, is I hated everybody. I didn’t know you, but I hated you.

I think Linda was the only person who got on a good side with me every time I saw her. I don’t know how she did it, but she did (laughing) Because I still did not like anyone. You could be the nicest person, but if you came up to me, especially if you were a man, I hated you. I didn’t want anything to do with you. I didn’t want you around me.

And there’s been plenty of times when I was in a home where they placed me at, a new staff member wasn’t aware of my predisposition towards men and would approach me, thinking I was just like all the other kids. And I would flip out and have anger issues and they would have to, you know, bring in staff members that I knew and trusted to calm me down because I didn’t like men anywhere near me. I freaked out if they were within an arm’s reach of me. I didn’t like them in the same hallways as me. I didn’t like them around at all.

And my anger started reflecting towards especially teachers and guidance counselors at the school and especially the police, because I was angry. All I could think was I should’ve been helped by them, but instead, I was the criminal. I was angry because in order for me to be protected, I had to be shipped across the country and I couldn’t see my family. I had no control over any of this, and you know, I was just really angry.

(Watch for Part 2 of Lacy’s story, how God began to reach through her anger)

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The story is chilling in its content, but the end brings relief. If only every kid could have loving parents like Gordy and Robyn, who would’ve done anything for anyone of their children, especially their ‘baby’ Brianna, the youngest of five. Every kid deserves a friend like Evan who knew to speak up, and an educated police officer who knew what needed to be done, and strong Defenders who were willing to get involved during a busy Christmas season. 

How could her parents have known she would be Chosen?
Brianna had just turned eighteen, and she thrived in the freedom her parents had given her to excel and achieve. When Brianna called her mother to say she was going to stay overnight at a girlfriend’s house, Robyn didn’t think twice. But then Brianna didn’t come home. When Robyn tried to phone, and there was no answer, each attempt brought mounting panic.  

When someone finally picked up the phone, Robyn had a moment of relief — but then she heard a man’s voice, her blood ran cold. “Sounds like her parents,” he said to someone else. He chuckled. “If they only knew where she was!” He laughed again. For the first time, there was no doubt: Her daughter was in serious trouble. She made frantic calculations. Brianna was legally an adult; she had a legal right to leave, to do anything she wanted. She had one of the family’s cars; she could go wherever she wanted. And she had accumulated her own savings account; she had money to burn. 

But where was she, and with whom…?  

What her parents couldn’t know was that for months, sex-traffickers had been posing as ordinary customers in the restaurant where Brianna worked. They had wormed their way into her confidence, convinced her that it was time to do something daring. The “daring move”? Taking off on her own for a Christmas vacation in Phoenix. They were even going to buy her plane ticket. 

 By the grace of God, someone made a small but fateful decision: to return the family car. Brianna contacted a buddy named Evan and told him she was going to bring the car to him; then she would be off to Phoenix! Evan, she said, should return the car to her family.

One of the unseen heroes in this story?  Brianna’s friend, Evan. His father had shared with him what he had learned at Rotary, about the signs of trafficking and what could happen to unsuspecting girls. Every young person needs to know what Evan knew so they can defend their friends. Evan’s call to his dad set off a chain of protection for Brianna. 

Her parents got the word and rushed to Evan’s place. The police had already placed a call to “someone named Linda” who knew something about this type of situation.  

That someone was Linda Smith. In her own words she describes the next few hours: 

I arrived in the dark and the rain, and found Brianna distraught and impatient. I tried to explain what might actually have happened. She might be involved with traffickers, who often engage in sophisticated deception strategies, trapping even the smartest of pretty girls. 

 I knew she could bolt, and her parents might never see her again. So I reached out to her as gently as possible, and invited her to go with me to a restaurant nearby, just to talk. Maybe she’d like to learn more about how traffickers work? We left together (as I silently thanked God for giving me favor with the girl), leaving them to wait — for several hours, as it turned out — to see what Brianna would do next.  

It was the middle of the night when I finally brought her back to them — in the parking lot of a local store, where I felt they would be safe for the moment. Brianna wanted to go home. They wilted with relief. 

I explained to them that the traffickers had Brianna’s ID, so they knew where she lived — which meant they might come after her. At the very least, they needed to store her car someplace else, so visitors wouldn’t know she was home.  

Her parents arranged to park the car in the garage at the hospital where Robyn worked. 

Later that same night, a car crawled onto the family’s property, headlights off, and not seeing her car, they turned around and left. Law enforcement officers speculated that Brianna had become too high a risk, so the traffickers were moving on to other targets. In any case, phone records revealed that the traffickers had several other girls in the deception process. 

The family learned later that Brianna had already been shown like property to prospective buyers, and her airline tickets had already been purchased; she was being moved to Phoenix for New Year’s Eve parties there. There, finally, she would have learned the real reason she was in Phoenix.  

Brianna began to heal from the trauma, and wanted to fight back. She was not just afraid for herself, but with all she learned from Shared Hope, when she realized what could have happened to her, she was afraid for every young girl in the world. “She was determined to tell her story,” her mother says, “so it wouldn’t happen to someone else. We supported her decision to be a voice because we were at such a loss on how to deal with the fact that someone can come into your child’s life with such an evil agenda, calculated and practiced.”  

Brianna’s father, Gordon, pleads from the depth of a father’s being, “I just couldn’t protect her. I didn’t know she was in danger.”  He urges other parents to learn how traffickers operate, and to warn their kids. “There is much we still don’t know about those who preyed on our child and nearly stole her future,” they relate. “What we do know, though, is that we were not prepared to protect her. We had not told her about trafficking, and how the traffickers work, because we didn’t know ourselves. If this could happen to us, it could happen to any family.” Click here to get your free download copy of the Chosen film today and share it with a parent or teen.  

“All we can do is speak out, and educate, to save the children yet to be targeted, and stop the evil from succeeding.” 

The Defender’s in the story? Vern Smith drove with his wife to meet Brianna, and sat in the car at the restaurant to keep watch that cold December night. The police officer, John Chapman, was also watching from nearby in case the traffickers somehow had followed her. John had been notified by a Rotarian Ron Hart, who had been called by Evan’s father, Newt, that there may be a problem. That set off the chain of events that led to Brianna’s safe return to her family. 

The result of this harrowing experience was Chosen, a powerful Shared Hope video teaching tool that tells Brianna’s story, among others, and gives children, parents, educators, law enforcers, and others the information and resources to protect themselves from sex-traffickers. Many thousands — in schools, churches, and other community settings — have seen the video. And it continues to make a powerful impact. 

Brianna’s parents urge, “Every single family should learn the signs of trafficking to protect their kids or grandkids. Every family should see Chosen.” 

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Many of you responded to the voice of a grateful survivor this week, over 3,400 of you viewed the post and more than 50 shared it. Today we want to introduce you to Brianna and the police officer who orchestrated her escape. He had learned about trafficking after spending time with Linda Smith, founder of Shared Hope.  

“Without this police intervention, Brianna may have disappeared forever.” ~Chief Criminal Deputy, John Chapman, Clark County Sheriff’s Office 

There has been much interest from the Defenders in Brianna’s story. Three Defenders were involved in bringing her to safety: John Chapman, Vern Smith, and Ron Hart. In this interview, Brianna and John Chapman share the story of how law enforcement scrambled in the few hours they had, to put together a plan that would release her from the sinister plans of the seemingly innocent ‘friends’ who had tricked her.  

Brianna was just 18 years old when a pimp made his move and began to groom her in preparation to sell her into the underworld of commercial sex. Through the intervention of a high school friend and his father, the quick actions of a law enforcement officer, and others, she was able to see that this friendship wasn’t what it appeared to be. Meet her here as she speaks alongside the officer who helped bring her to safety to expose the deception that would have taken her away. 

In Brianna’s own words to us this week, she pleads the Defenders to continue to focus on recognizing signs of trafficking, to watch out for the vulnerable in their communities, and to know how to take action like her friends did. 

Brianna says: Pimps/traffickers look for loopholes in your laws, strip clubs, lower educated areas, and perceived weakness in the police force, in order to set up for their operations. A police officer was involved in saving my life from this horror. Without their intervention, I very well may not have made it out alive. I will be forever grateful. 

I would like to see an end to trafficking and we need your help! Support those who are there for the children in our community, and focused on finding them, and saving their lives from these monsters. 

Shared Hope appreciates our many friends in law enforcement who go into situations where minors are trapped, and bring them to safety. Thank you Defenders, for working hard to protect children.

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