SUPPORTING OUR GLOBAL FAMILY
The first time I encountered poverty, it was not a special day. I didn’t smell, taste, see, touch or hear anything out of the ordinary. Yet, for the first time, I realized how small my view of the world was.
Throwing my backpack across the floor as I ran up the stairs, I was immediately stopped by my mom. I sighed in annoyance. Without a word, she handed me a photo of a girl.
“This is your new sister,” she said.
Recognizing my confusion, she told me that the girl in the photo...