My Little Corner of the World

When I was 9 or 10 years old, I saw the first images of little kids in third world countries with their bellies ballooned due to malnutrition. I had a hard time realizing that while I had a home and food on the table each and every day, there were kids in the world that were dying daily from starvation. I made a vow to myself that, one day, I would help those kids and get them food, so their parents didn’t need to watch them die. It was all so senseless, when we had such an obvious abundance here in my little corner of the world...