“He was only ten years old. Effortlessly weaving through the heavy traffic, while going from car to car trying to sell flowers. I could imagine his familiarity with the traffic patterns at the stop light came with hours of practice every day. The risk as well worth the little money he made from his job, as it would help feed him and his family. At the time I could only feel bad for him, and maybe buy the flowers he was selling, but ultimately I realized that I would have just caused the problem to become worse. This was only one such instance that I have seen, as I have visited India over 20 times throughout my life, encompassing a total of 2 years there. Seeing numerous children in different parts of the country work from a very young age not only made me feel lucky, but also sparked an attitude for change in me…”