I’m eleven years old on a Saturday.

It’s 7 o’clock in the morning and I am walking outside in the rain.

I am dragging a pop up tent and a wagon full of baked goods.

I have handmade posters and two fold up tables.

This is my first ever fundraiser.

I am holding a bake sale to fight cancer.

I’m not good at sports, and I wanted something to do after school every day.

So I thought of this.

My family and our neighbors pitch in. We end up raising $500 by noon.

I realize the difference $500 can make in a person’s life.

I am eleven years old and for the first time

I understand the difference I can make in a person’s life.



This is when I chose to spend my life chasing this feeling.