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Anonymous ID: eaef70 Oct. 24, 2020, 5:04 p.m. No.11260315   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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>>11259679

these people are made to do this

they are severy abused and raped and sold

and then we the public take it in and mock it

then the younger kids think it is trendy and do it in middle america

 

also a lot of these people are trafickked people and too scared to say so

 

I met one the other day

same tattoos

 

the boy I met would nod yes to me, but would not talk about it

when I talked about taking him ofr help and get the police

he jumped out of my moving car

as if they are taught when certain words come up to flee, like or officer or cop

I sensed he was a victim the moment I met this boy/younjg man, he said he was thirty

 

he seemed really confused, and when I tried to ask what got him to AZ he keep trying to serach his brain andkept sayign he was from Chicago al he remebers is a forest and rocks and he did not know how to get out. I cannot tellyou how wierd this interaction was. I drove past him and got to a red light. He was to my left at a bus stop with no soes on and bleeding feet, covered in tattoos. I drove away, but a few blocks up my heart (Jesus) told me to drive back and ask if he was ok. I pulled to the curb and he seemed stunned I was asking if was ok. He just stared at me. I kept asking and then he turned to a random black dude standing a few feet from him as if he needed permission to talk to me and he seemed afraid. It seemed like maybe he was there to be prostituted. I asked again if he was ok and if he needed help or a ride, he looked again to the black guy, like he was really confused. A moment later he just walked over and got in to my truck. I was talking with him and took him to get some food. His tattoos seemed like markings of ownership with a crown on his left calf, and a huge owl with big eyes behind his left ear. I really wanted to help this boy/man, but he got scared at the police talk and jumped out. I did get a chance to tell him about Jesus and planted a few hope seeds in his heart. I hope he is able to access those words. He was terribly thin and hair shaved to just new growth. White. Said his name was Christopher. Then said it was Michael. Wehn I pressed him on why he changed the name when talking to me, he said what do you want it to be. This was about 30 days ago. Chandler, AZ. He had a cell phone and charger cord, black shorts and white tee. That is all. No shoes and tore up feet. I felt as if the phone and cord were to film and to call for a pick up after his "work". I am wondering if the bus stop was where they sometimes get sold from or pick up locations that look normal to hang out at.

It was 5:45 in the am. I had just got off the interstate 10 after dropping a friend at the SkyHarbor airport, going home. This kid just caught my eye while driving past and he was on the other side of the road.

 

I am really aware when The Lord puts my eye on random hurting people and HE never leads me to wrong conclusions.

I hope I am wrong. This encounter haunts me. The huge owl with huge black eyes behind Christopehr/Michael from Chicago

is seared into my heart.

 

I went to the Police substaion near by Tempe, they blew me off said he was probably just a homeless drugg user.

I drove around hoping to see the kid again, I did and caled the police to just do a wlfare check. They said it would have to wait as unless a crime or a immediate emergency they ere too busy. I last saw him walking down a canl/bikepath barefoot bewtween Chandler and Tempe.

 

Pray for this boy/man. God knows who we are praying for.

 

He sees even a sparrow that falls to the ground.

I want ot cry for this boy/man everytime I think of him as I am right now.

 

Christopher/Michael from Chicago with no shoes and bleeding feet whose memory is a blur and on the street will be first in line in Heaven.

That I can take comfort and peace knowing IS TRUE.

All the sck fucks won't be there.