The Little Blue Box

They say almost every girl dreams of getting that little blue box one day.  You know - the jewellery box from Birks or Tiffany's or perhaps another store that carries precious dreams and trinkets.  I have a little box, about that shade of blue, that sits on my dresser and reminds me of things more valuable than diamonds.

Paul Brandt invited me along on a trip to Cambodia two years ago to spend some time with some of the organizations who were doing amazing work rescuing and rehabilitating children who had been sold into the sex trade.  It was a gutwrenching, emotional and shocking journey - spending time with children - tiny children - who had been victimized in such a horrible way. 

One afternoon we spent with dozens of young girls in the pretty courtyard of their school.  A school where, under incredible security, they ...