9/11 nearly killed him. From the ashes to a war on human trafficking.

When I arrived in America in 2001 with $50 and two suitcases, I had dreams — but no sense of purpose. Then 9/11 changed everything, and it would take years, and a cry for help from a trafficking victim, before I understood why I survived.

“Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction…”