My story is hard to put into words as it pulls at the heartstrings and is personal. Sometimes it takes a personal impact to recognize an issue, educate ourselves and support in ways we can. I've become passionate about homelessness over the last few years, in addition to mental health challenges, both of which we are surrounded by, especially in Los Angeles.

I'll never forget the night I pushed a mans 100lb kart, with broken wheels at 11pm at night through the streets just so that when he returned from court he had his belongings the next day. He desperately wanted to secure the few items he had in his possession. It was surreal...and exhausting. This is one of my many experiences. I like many others never thought I’d be put in such positions.

There's another person that stays up the street from my apartment, I’ve come in contact with numerous times. He is a recovered drug addict and an artist. He uses nail polish, make up  and paint that he finds to create original pieces he hopes to auction someday. He never wants anything and always gives me gifts of his latest flower edition art. He appreciates simple conversation and people who keep their word.

I have just begun my journey to help support this cause, and am trying to do more. When I see an opportunity to help others in any case from natural disasters, to an elderly person crossing the street, to supporting a friend, I want to show up.

I believe NO one, anywhere, should be hungry, cold, sleeping on the concrete, trying to survive. Not all who are homeless want things for free, or not to work, or do drugs. Poverty is a condition

I hope this small insight will gain your support. Thank you so so much for taking a moment to read this. I'm happy to share more one on one.