Whenever I passed someone on the street who was homeless, I stopped. I gave what I had. Money, food, whatever was left over from my day. It didn’t feel like a big deal at first. It just felt like the right thing to do. But somewhere along the way it stopped being a choice and became a part of who I am.
Now when I walk past someone in need and don’t help, something inside me feels wrong. Like I left something undone. That feeling is what motivated me to try this foundation.
I’m not trying to save the world. But I refuse to use that as an excuse to do nothing.

