In Feb, 2016 i was In Rajahmundry India for the second time in my life volunteering at an orphanage. When i caught the eyes of a 12 year old boy named, “Sevah” in the crowd of five hundred orphans. Seva’s eyes lit up as if he remembered me from four years ago when we played together. Tears of joy began to cloud my vision. My heart leaped with compassion, as i ran over there and gave him a big hug. My heart was full to the brim as Sevah gripped me, like “A son would hold onto his father.” This memory is a treasure i hold dear to my heart. On this trip i also had the honor to share my story to a crowd of over 10,000 people in India. Humbled, not qualified, not worthy i shared my story and hoped that my words and my heart would encourage them. During the crusade we also provided the people with 2 meals a day. This trip challenged the way i live my life in America. Kindness is more than empty rhetoric. My words of wanting to help others began to take form. My broken heart began to experience sincere compassion for others. I hope people will share my experience and have a desire to help others.