It's my last week in Taiwan, and words can't describe what I'm feeling at the moment. On the one hand, I'm frantically trying to finish a report I'm writing for the office, and at the same time, I want to spend as much time as I can with everyone here. I am not ready to leave--I've become so attached to this place, to all the great people I've met.

I could never have prepared myself for this experience. I can honestly say that it has been life-altering. It has opened my eyes to the gross injustices of this world, and at the same time has reassured me that people who are truly committed to human rights and human dignity have a great capacity to make the world a better place. I can only hope that I can follow in the footsteps of these individuals--true defenders of social justice-- those whom I've been lucky enough to work with over the past few months. And, I cannot express my deepest gratitude and love for my brothers and sisters at the shelter. They have made me feel like I am family. It hasn't quite sunk in that I will be leaving them soon, and I'm trying not to think about it.

It seems that working to combat human trafficking is an endless fight. This doesn't mean we should give up, but hopefully it will encourage us to fight back with an even greater strength and ferocity.