In 2007, while working at an orphanage in Mozambique, a man prophesied to me that I was like a Boeing 747, helping people to get where they need to be. I liked the sound of that. I come from a long line of people that helped others. During the 70's, it wasn't uncommon for my grandparents to have a VW bus parked in front of their house and a living room full of hippies eating grandma's good cooking. In the 80's, I watched my mother give away her brand new coat to a woman walking down a street in our hometown through the bitter Oklahoma winter.  

For years my heart has broken for kids in emerging nations that are left in the dumps to care for themselves. They are vulnerable to starvation, trafficking, and forced begging. In August 2014,  I felt like God was saying that it was time to take a leap of faith and follow my heart. So I went to Madagascar, Africa, to work with street kids and orphans. Antananarivo, the capitol, has over 50,000 homeless children.  We fed families and tended to their needs. When I came back to the states, I started on a journey to complete nursing school. Graduating in December, I am ready to give back to the community here in Houston.