How it All Began {A Note from Our Founder}

It’s January 2007, and I am in a bare concrete building in India, holding a 3-week-old baby girl. Her name is Vickey. She’s swaddled in a green towel, looking up at me with big brown eyes. She has no idea how special her story is yet. My friend, Anival, and I spend the day falling in love with her and 11 other little girls. When the day is over we hop into the Jeep with our Indian friend, Amal, for the trek back across the mountain to our hotel. Anival and Amal are in the front seat chatting away and I’m in the back seat, quietly sobbing. Finally, Amal looks back at me, sees me falling apart, and looks over at Anival to say, “She’s got the brokedowns.”

I have no idea what word he is trying to say in English, and I decide not to ask. Because yes, in this moment, I feel very broken down. I finally eek out, “Amal, if it weren’t for you and your brother, they’d all be dead . . .” He replies, “Yeah.” We ride the rest of the way back in silence. On that ride home, in the cold Indian night air, a vision was birthed in my heart, and I knew, without a doubt, I was meant to be a part of this work.


I knew of the preference for a son in Indian culture. I knew of the tradition of having their firstborn son light their funeral pyre, thus preventing their soul from being lost. I knew that the dowry system was a huge financial burden for families; many are not able to pay for their daughters to be married. I also knew that families would pay their midwife to kill their baby girl, in the hopes she would be reincarnated as a boy next time.

I knew all these things intellectually, but as I held little Vickey in my arms it became very real. I was holding a little girl who would have been dead had my friends not risked their lives to rescue her. She lives now because of their courage. As I played with the little girls in the home that afternoon, I imagined the world changers they would become. I knew I wanted to be a part of it.

So I came home and began dreaming. But a few months later I received the news that my Indian friend doing this work had become hospitalized with malaria. He passed away just one week later. The work slowly stopped and my hopes of working with them crashed.

It did occur to me that maybe I was supposed to pick up the reigns, but for the next six years I let my own insecurity in my ability to be a good leader hinder me from doing just that. But as time passed and I kept seeing more news articles of the injustices against girls in India, reading that over 51 million girls are missing right now, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to do something. So I changed my Facebook job to say: Rescuer of Baby Girls in India.

A few months later I put a name to the company: Rescue Pink. I hired attorneys to form a corporation and began writing a business plan, job descriptions and formulating budgets. We now have a wonderful partner in India and received our federal tax exemption. Now the work has begun.

We’d like to invite you to come along side us and look into the big brown eyes of another rescued baby girl, a little world changer to be. We invite you to come along with us to help rescue more lives.

Little one's in India: rescue is coming!

Sherry Naron