I met accountants, physicians, business executives. It was a real eye opener. A whole busload of us left campus to spend two weeks in our nation’s capital to help with the homeless. RMU has this connection with the Anglican church just a few blocks from the White House. Just something I wanted to do. Seemed important. Different.

Well, you really get to know them, I mean, these are people. They have names. They have a story. They’re just trying to make it.

They sell this newspaper they put together to make a few bucks, called Street Sense. Thought I’d help. So, I’m standing there on the corner, hawking this paper, and some lady comes up to me, says, “Get a job.” And for the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to actually be homeless.

Today, my dream is to open a psychiatric clinic for people on the street. I’m on a path that’s the rest of my life.