All The Broken People

’Angel wears skin tight mini-dresses and six inch stiletto heels, strolling up and down the walk, leaning into cars through the open window, selling her body to men that she despises ... I smile as they undress me with their eyes, wishing I could bury a knife in their heart instead. ’Davie St. in Vancouver B.C. was synonymous with prostitution in the 1980’s. The sidewalks were lined with lost men and women selling their bodies, and after a traumatic childhood, I joined them there. I was a prostitute for eleven years.All the Broken People is a brutal story, and not easy to read. But it is not without great hope, because in the end, God rescued me.