Growing up, my parents constantly accentuated the importance of giving back and being a Good Samaritan. My mother always said “A lot people have it way worse than you so find ways to help those who are less fortunate than yourself.” She works as a public health nurse meaning she works with foster children, the elderly, teen moms, and mostly the less fortunate. She was working with this family with one working parent, twelve children, and who were poverty-stricken. Then one summer before school started we decided to donate some clothes and school supplies because it was certain they could not afford it all on their own. That afternoon we drove to their home, rung the doorbell with two large Hefty bags filled with school supplies and clothes in our hands, and curious little faces peeked out of the two side windows. When they opened the door they welcomed my mom, sister, and I with excited and curious smiles to see what we brought for them. Their genuine reactions and their mother’s thankful gestures made me feel that small, selfless actions to us really meant a lot to them.
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