Social Justice issues tend to tug on my heart strings the most. Hunger. Poverty. Racism. Prejudice.
Maybe it's because I was the only little white girl in my school growing up. Maybe it's the things I saw and the kids I met in the urban cities of Southern California as an adult. Maybe it was the struggle of finding my own way through negative bank accounts and meager meals.
Sometimes I think we find ourselves in particular places so that we can eventually turn our own pain into passion, to fight for those who don't have the means or the platform on which they can stand up for themselves.
I see my past as something that fuels my desire to affect change. It's not just my own experiences but also the experiences of others around me at the time, most whose circumstances were worse than my own, that weigh on my heart and begs me to do more than this nine to five.
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