It wasn’t until I experienced the basic needs of myself and others being met by the kindness of friends and strangers that I understood what it feels like to receive when you can give nothing in return.
Many years ago, when I was young enough to think 26 hours on a bus sounded fun, my friends and I rode from Belize, where we were living, to Mexico City for the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
I attended college in Ohio, about a day’s drive away from my hometown. This meant that I was only able to go home for the big holidays like Christmas and spring break.
Before I became a parent, I thought kids should eat what adults eat, sleep in their own bed all night and only have an hour of screen time on Saturdays.