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  • Sometimes you wonder how broken things will ever get fixed. I wondered that a lot when I was in middle school, after my parents got divorced.

    Thankfully, a friend connected me to a great group of people -- mentors, pastors, friends. Those people didn't do anything that would be considered spectacular or incredible. They simply spent time with me and encouraged me to do things I didn't think I could accomplish.

    They slowly began to do the same with my each of my parents.

    Fast forward 6 years.

    It was a brisk fall day. I was a sophomore in college.
    I received a phone call from my father while sitting in my dorm room.

    "Hey Dad, what's up?"

    "Well, Victor, I have some good news." (said in his deep middle eastern accent)

    "Really? What is it?"

    "She said Yes."




    The way those people cared for me and my family changed my life.

    I wonder how I can inspire others to attempt simple, beautiful acts to care for others, and solve problems in their own world.
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