I was lucky growing up – five different countries and my formative years were spent exploring the ancient civilizations of Mexico with my mother. She was a Curandera, in touch with nature, the indigen and a fighter their for recognition. All peoples deserve to be honored and cherished as our own and it has been instilled in me as a youth as we travelled the ancient ruins and learned and loved all the people we met.

There is hope in all of us if we can take enough moments to reflect on the plights of others, our own blessings, and how we can gift some of that away. In my third year of medical school I made a decision about my future self and what I would do. It would be to be champion for humanitarian work, helping those who needed it and were ready to participate in their own rescue as well. 

I had no idea what that would look like and I am still figuring it out. But here is the truth, you don’t have to travel to another country to share your blessed life with others.

More importantly, your active enrollment in the giving is important too. You can’t just give, you must get your hands in the dirt and build new lives with them.