We are half way there!!

(Words from my memoir)
First 24 Hours: 

The door to the van rolled open with a crunch of its wheels, and I immediately heard sniffling sounds outside. My heart started to palpitate with fear and anxiety began to get the best of me. I was quaking and barely able to walk. I was now blindfolded in addition to that damned potato sack still pulled over my head. I was tugged out of the van, and deliberately moved and made to stand on a specific spot as if on cue for some movie.
The roughness of the sack was dragged over my skin, and then it was gone. The blindfold was taken away as well, and the gift of sight was returned to me. I flickered my eyes around, wanting to see and know where I was, but also knowing if I moved too quickly or if I jerked around, I’d be beaten or screamed at or something worse.
From what I could see, I was in front of a line of various different girls right in front of me. They were all cramped in together, standing up against the wall in a submission style. Their hands were deliberately at their sides, heads bowed down as though they were expecting us.
We were in some sort of storage unit. It was drab, concrete, and without any detail other than assuredly being a warehouse or other storage unit for holding bulk cargo. That was us. My heart sank even further. The two men who escorted me to the unit shoved me in and said this was my new home.
I just couldn’t fathom the reality that I was facing right then and there. I wanted to believe in my heart and soul that I was only dreaming and this was just a nightmare, but somewhere in the pit of my stomach I knew this was anything but a nightmare. Reality was just being peeled back, and the ugliest part of it was being dragged out so that I could see it. So that I could become a part of it.
They pushed me forward into the storage unit within the warehouse, and rolled the garage-like door shut behind me and left me there. After the doors rolled shut, the lamps hanging from the ceiling by a cord continued to glow. Some part of me remembered my father would use these types of lamps in the garage at night so he could see what he was doing. They stayed on for a half hour, and then they would go out on their own until the door was triggered again to save electricity. Only the thin line of light under the garage-style door allowed in a meagre string of light. You could see the silhouette of someone’s feet walking by.
The girls relaxed just a little the instant then men left, and looked my way. Most of these girls were from foreign countries, separated from their families and their homes. I had just become one of them. I was not aware of our purpose there, nor did I have any clue what was going to happen from that moment forward, but the passive way these girls were standing around didn’t keep me from deciding there had to be a way out.
So, I turned and pounded my palm against the cement walls and screamed out for help, hoping someone on the other side could hear me. I screamed until I was hoarse, and no one came. The other girls didn’t try to stop me. They had all been there before me, and knew what would happen. Eventually, I tired myself out, and sat down on the floor in misery.


Here is my request & offer to you!
I can't thank you enough for continuously supporting my endeavors.  I've ran a funding campaign so far multiple times to reach my goal.  The first one I've raised less than $500 dollars, the 2nd I've raised over $1000; The first time I ran "Go-fund me we raised $1025 now we need $1500 more to finish the printing & book cover process.  The funds will be allocated as: for registering to Kindle, Barnes & Noble digital books and to Ibooks through itunes, along with ordering a bulk print up to 200-500 books paperback so that I can sell my finished project while I travel to speak.  With your help, I plan to launch pre-orders by January 2015, we are almost there.  My plan is to sell my books to donate some of the proceeds to an organization that provides both education and outreach, please e-mail me at [email redacted] for more info.  Feel free to share!