# of Burns: A Virgin
Skills: Being a domestic goddess who’s funny AF
Where do you find yourself on a typical Thursday at 9:30am? Beauty sleeping
Tell us a story: It was 1AM when I landed in Cali, Colombia for the first time. Shortly after loading into a taxi, my driver discovered we had a flat. Truthfully, we both FELT it, and my heart sank. Waiting eagerly for the issue to be resolved, I started to sweat in the tropical heat. All I wanted was a shower and bed. Verdant green foliage on all sides, now being flanked by multiple taxi drivers, I noticed my driver speaking and exchanging money with a couple other locals, maybe one was the neighboring taxi driver. Maybe there were too many all of the sudden. Could there have been that many in the lot? The driver’s furtive glances and the others’ occasional points toward each rear-door were enough for me. I knew then and there I was being sold into sex trafficking. Fear growing stronger and stronger images of my friends, family and loved ones flashed past me. The door abruptly swung open, my body tense, fist clenched ready to fight for more then just my life. I was ready to crack some skulls for ALL women. Dappled streetlights threw into contrast his figure, impossible to make out his size and intention. I closed my eyes in fear, frozen. The last act of a desperate woman, I opened my eyes...yet discovered a tiny and smiling but groveling man begging for forgiveness—he had registered my fear for annoyance and quicker then you could finish a line of coke we where off speeding to my hotel. That’s when I learned to have faith in humanity and that the universe will always catch you when you’re tail-spinning down. I learned to trust. I found compassion washing over my fear and washing away my preconceived notions of “different”—of “other”. Don’t judge a culture by its cartel.