When I was 11 I visited Bolivia with my family. Children in Bolivia sell tissues for coins to survive. We were having dinner and a little girl who was maybe 5 or 6 years old approached our table and offered us tissues. My grandmother asked her to sit with us and have dinner but the little girl refused. Then we realized that her brother was waiting for her outside so we invited both of them to sit and eat with us. The little girls name was Belen which means Bethlehem in Spanish. The brother was a shoe shiner but he wore a ski mask so his friends wouldn’t pick on him at school. I’ve carried that story with me all my life. I’ve always wanted to serve so that maybe I can help kids like them since I couldn’t really help them.