"HELP US, PLEASE"
Angela Perkins almost slipped away a couple of times. She grabbed Brett Duke and me from the beginning. She was our entree into the New Orleans Convention Center. As she got distracted, I kept calling her back. She was passionate yet on the verge of hopelessness. As she frantically darted from one scene to another, she suddenly began pleading to the world through our lenses as she dropped to her knees and shrieked, "Help Us, Please!" A short time later, fighting back tears, Brett put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. "Can we pray?"