No Boundaries Int’l has opened a new medical clinic to serve the South Robinson area! Beginning Friday, Jan. 11, the clinic will be held every 2nd Friday of the month from 11am – 2pm. All services are FREE! The clinic is open to EVERYONE and no insurance is needed! For more information, call 405-513-5453. Spanish will be spoken!
God is continuing to do amazing things!
Since earlier this past summer, the staff at NBI have been praying and searching for a strategic location to do outreach right on South Robinson Ave. After months of talks and emailing, the City of Oklahoma City has finalized the decision to allow NBI to rent and use “Old Firestation 16” which is located at 3416 S. Robinson! Tuesday, the actual lease agreement went before the OKC City Council for approval and was granted, being signed by several city officials including the Mayor! So on January 1st, NBI will take possession of the old firestation and begin to use it as a community outreach center for the South Robinson area.
Now comes the challenging part of building a community center! We need your help! If you, your family, your group or your business could donate or fund, in part or in full, any of the following items, NBI would be SO grateful and you would be touching the hundreds of lives that the community center will be serving!
We need the following:
~funding for internet and phone service
~a complete commercial kitchen (all appliances)
~volunteers to help with painting
~new or used laptops (no more than 4 years old…)
~2 flat screen TVs
~24 channel sound board
~100 foot snake
~microphones, cables and mic stands
~PA style speakers
~new or used event tents (type used in wedding receptions, etc…)
All items would be tax deductible.
Since NBI will not take possession of the firehouse until after Jan. 1st, we would not be able to receive the items until that time or after. (If you contact us about the donation prior to Dec 31, the tax deduction would still be for 2012.)
If you have any questions, feel free to call us at 513-5453 or email us at email@example.com
Thanks for being a part of this exciting venture with us! Please pass this on to your friends!
She called herself “Mary Magdalene” and this is her true story.
As a beautiful, young woman, she was living with her sister in a large town in northwestern Texas. And then she met “him”. He told her that he loved her and she drank in the attention that he gave her. Consequently, she dove headlong into his world of partying and drugs.
Her sister recognized the reality of what was going on and told her not to get involved with him. But excitement and “love” won out over family concerns.
But the short drive to OKC ended up in a nightmare for her. Upon arrival here, he announced that they had no more money for a hotel room and their only alternative was for her to “work on Robinson” to make some quick cash. It certainly wasn’t what she thought would happen so she hesitated. The “boyfriend” saw the hesitation, got angry and beat her badly. As she covered her face, fear and shock set in. Reluctantly she gave in-after all, she thought, “what choice do I have?”
So with the boyfriend-turned-pimp parked nearby in a hidden car, she anxiously stood on Robinson street with other prostituted women and sold herself to strange men she didn’t know—all because of a dream of love gone bad.
After several days and weeks, she woke up in a cheap hotel room with her “pimp” laying next to her and realized—it’s Thanksgiving day: a day meant for being with family, enjoying each other and what God had given them. Getting beat up every day, being forced to do things she didn’t want to do and selling herself to strange men on Robinson certainly didn’t fit into her definition of Thanksgiving.
Then boyfriend/pimp woke up and announced that he was making “dates” for her later that night—meaning that he was making appointments with paying clients who would come to the hotel to have sex with her. Two men were already booked.
She refused and cried out to go home-home to her sister and the family she loved. The minutes crawled by as he beat her severely.
It was the last straw.
Upset and racked by fear, she waited hours in the corner until he took his drugs of choice and went back to a drug-induced sleep. Then she saw her opportunity and quickly slipped out the hotel door. Looking over her shoulder, she ran down the long hall to the elevator and frantically pushed the button over and over, as if the elevator could feel the panic in her fingers. The elevator responded by giving a “Ding!” back to her. It had arrived.
The elevator door opened as she heard the sound that she dreaded—the creak of the door opening and out he came yelling and stumbling with a wild look on his face. An elderly couple inside the elevator stood open-mouthed at the scene unfolding before them. Trembling, she threw herself into the elevator and into the stranger’s arms. All three adults frantically pushed the “close” button.
They ran out the hotel to the couple’s car where they locked the door, drove to a safe location and listened to her story. She cried as she told it. After a moment of consideration, they dropped her off at the Oklahoma City bus station with the assumption that her family would pay for the bus ticket home. They assumed wrong.
“Mary” called her family at that early morning hour and pleaded with them to send her money. After some discussion, they denied her request, not wanting to contribute to her drug usage and unsure of whether to trust her. She was deeply disappointed as she hung up the phone.
Not knowing what else to do, she contacted a local OKC ministry who referred her to a No Boundaries International outreach worker. As she sat in the bus station, she called the number and told her story to the woman who answered. The NBI staff person immediately sensed her distress and offered to first pray for her before any decisions were made. Mary pushed away the prayer but the NBI staffer persisted and prayed anyway. After more discussion, the outreach worker quickly told her she would see what she could do and would call her back.
The minutes ticked by as Mary sat in the bus station. Suddenly, the elderly couple who first helped her busted through the front door, scanning the room for Mary. The gray haired woman said, “ As we were driving further and further from the bus station, I felt like Someone told me to come back here and pay for your bus ticket back home. Is that OK?”
“Mary” cried in desperate relief. After the kind couple purchased the $55 ticket and placed it in her hands, she called the NBI worker back and proclaimed, “It’s all because of your prayers! Thank you so much!”
The young girl then boarded the bus and went home to her family, leaving behind her nightmare on Robinson.
by Tara Cameron
“The foundation of every state is the education of its youth.” –Diogenes
These are the words engraved on the walls of a school that lies directly in the South Robinson community in Oklahoma City. But what has become of this community since its construction in 1928? Have these words, etched in beautiful, 3 story stone, with its castle like walls, become just another piece of history, faded and buried into the bricks with memories of what once was?
As a school day ends, teenagers leave this very building and make their way home as they walk the streets of S. Robinson. Teen girls get propositioned by “Johns” in their cars and young girls pass by prostituted women who walk the same streets. Drug paraphernalia, used condoms and sex plague the streets among these children and no one seems to notice… not even the children.
It’s normal to them. It’s home. Desensitized to the acts of violence, sirens, gunshots, and death, what kind of foundation stands under their feet? What kind of education leads to the deterioration of a community? Is it the same type of education that Diogenes was speaking of? Maybe not…look closer.
Among some of the children that share these streets with pimps and sexual predators, are children of the prostituted women who walk them. What happens to these children who grow up in a world where they know nothing other than what’s “normal” to them? How can a society shamelessly judge and hold accountable when they turn their heads to the education being instilled in their youth on these streets they call home?
Multiple pregnant prostituted women walk these streets today. Where did those women come from? What led them down those paths? Did they grow up, desensitized in the same way these children are today in the South Robinson community? Did they grow up in a world that was the only kind of normal they know? What kind of world will their babies grow up in when they’re born?
Will they grow up in foster care? Drug addicted babies taken from birth and placed into the system… taken from it’s mother because she can’t even help herself… babies who most people don’t want to adopt because they have severe physical or mental disabilities due to being born into addiction… What kind of life lays ahead for a crack baby that no one wants? Is it a lifetime of behavioral disorders, moving from one foster home to the next, never really knowing what a home is?
What about generational cycling? Children whose mother pimp them out at an early age and show them the only way of life they know, ending up full of addictions and selling their own bodies. Currently, a known mother and daughter team of prostituted women on S. Robinson are about to begin their 3rd generation of the cycle. What will happen to the baby of this daughter, whose mother raised her on these streets, neither of them knowing any other way of life? What will this young mom be able to teach her own child? What life experiences will she pass on to her own flesh and blood?
And what about children raised in sex trafficking rings who are left to be cared for by other prostituted women while their moms are trained, forced, and sold into slavery… What kind of life do children live surrounded in a ‘corral’ of enslaved women, among drugs and violence? What kind of future is ahead for the little girls that grow up being educated under the dictatorship of a pimp? What about the boys? What becomes of their view of women?
What about the prostituted women, the mothers, who die on those streets? Killed in cold blood like the disposable waste that society and their pimps see them as? What happens to her children that are left behind in tears without their mother, who saw nothing but everything good in her? Often they are abandoned to their grandparents or given up for adoption because their mother can’t take care of them. Some mothers fear they will lead their child into the same horrible life and hurt them, so they make the choice to give them away because they want their child to have a better chance at life than they ever had.
These are only a few thoughts to ponder on the life of a child of a prostituted woman. They are the children in the shadows, etched into the stone of memories, faded away into the background while society looks the other way and forgets about the stones they once built their foundations on… a society that is desensitized to the normalcy of everyday life for these children. How can you see what you don’t see? You only have to open your eyes.
Here’s a picture of the great NBI volunteers who handed out candy and took pictures of the costumed kids that live in the Hope House area. Each child (and lots of adults, too!) received a customized photo of the evening. It was a lot of fun and will be an night to be remembered!
Each one has a unique face and a unique story:
“My mom gave me away to a man I barely knew when I was 16.”
“I started prostituting when I was 12.”
“My grandfather molested me every day for as long as I could remember. I didn’t know it was abnormal until I watched a film in middle school. Then I told my teacher.”
“He would beat me up–bad–if I didn’t make $500 a night.”
“I got into the car with him. We drove a long ways off and he beat me and choked me. Then he put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger. But, God was with me, it didn’t go off!”
“He tried to kill me but I ran out of the car, naked and scared to death, to a house down the road. Later I found out that he had killed several girls. The police arrested him—he was a serial rapist.”
“I’ve had 5 children: 4 got taken away (by DHS). Now that I’m clean and off the streets, this little baby is all I’ve got. She’s my life now and I love it!”
These are just snippets from the numerous girls that we recently interviewed. Each one of them had their unique story, amazing that it was, of their childhood years (some dysfunctional, some not), their struggle with addiction whether their own or of their family members and of their life on the streets as they were prostituted. Most were faced with adult decisions very early in their young lives during a time when most of us were worrying about which shoes to wear to school the next day.
And to these and many more like them, our outreach teams tell them, “You know, you are beautiful. God loves you and has something so much better for you than this. You were made for something so much more. Can I pray for you?” And to the few, it has made a powerful impact.
Now, for each one of them, the proudest moment of their story was retelling how they got off the streets and what their life was like now…
One young woman, against all odds, owns her own business. Another recently got her child back. And several work at businesses. One returned to school.
But one young lady didn’t make it: she recently died on the streets, in the arms of her “boyfriend”. She was yet another tragic victim in this hard life of human trafficking. No Boundaries assisted the family in officiating in the funeral, an event we never anticipated would be part of our ministry.
These stories, snippets of their life so to speak, are reminders for us as to why we are having our fundraiser dinner on November 2nd at OakTree Country Club. Not only do we need funds to continue our work on the streets, to encourage these girls that God has a better life for them than continual abuse but to tell their stories—because their stories are worth telling, worth making fellow Oklahomans aware of the “other world” of life on the streets in the world of human trafficking. And with God’s love, their stories CAN have a positive ending instead of becoming a memorial service for a young life being snuffed out before it’s due time.
So we want to invite you, our friends, to our 2nd Annual Fundraiser Dinner—November 2nd, 6:30pm at Edmond’s own OakTree Country Club—where we will talk about some of these amazing stories and how you can help make an impact on these young girls’ lives so that they DON’T have to end up as a memorial service.
All proceeds from the 2nd Annual Fundraiser Dinner will go toward NBI’s Project HOPE: our anti-human trafficking outreach.
8/29/2012 – OKC, OK — Debi Mangrum with No Boundaries was interviewed by KWTV News9 regarding the murder trial of Fulgencio Lopez. Lopez is accused of murdering and engaging in necrophilia with Lori Green.
Green, 39, suffered from severe addiction to crack cocaine and could often be found prostituting herself along South Robinson Ave.
Mangrum, along with other volunteers, sat in on the three-day trial in support of the memory of Green and to gain additional insights to the crime and judicial process.
Lopez was found guilty and sentenced to life with the possibility of parole.
6/26/2012 – OKC, OK — KOKH Fox25 in Oklahoma City featured No Boundaries International and their new South Robinson Ave. Hope House on the news.
2/1/2012 – OKC, OK — Volunteers with No Boundaries International begin one of their very first efforts on South Robinson Ave. by taking Prayer Walks along the same streets shared with pimps, prostituted women, drug dealers and ‘Johns.’