The Year of......

Many people I know don't think there's much to crow about this Year of the Rooster. Kitty O, for one, thinks it should always be the Year of the Cat. When I explained that there is a Tiger year, not a Cat year, he thought I was giving him alternate facts. Sigh. I can't blame him, really. He's a cat, he's narcissistic. It's all about him.
Perhaps other people feel the same way as Kitty O because I keep reading about an event that took place in 2011, the Year of the Rabbit. An Alaska Airline flight attendant spotted a young girl with a much older man. She signaled that the girl use the restroom, where she had left a note asking if she was okay. "I need help," the girl wrote back and, the pen being mightier than the sword, the plane was met by law enforcement and the man arrested for human trafficking.
As many articles have noted, human trafficking is all around us. We simply have to be aware, and like the flight attendant, we need to do something about it.
I'm never sure how to feel when I read the myriad articles about human trafficking. On the one hand, it proves that my first mystery, "The Girl Who Went Missing," is spot on; yet on the other hand, it's devastating to know that the fictional world I created is happening everywhere and all the time.
If a note in a bathroom can save one person, perhaps my mystery can also, somehow, save people. Now that would be something. Not something to crow about, just something.