When I was younger, my Dad used to tell me to make a positive difference before kissing me on the forehead and sending me off to school. I always thought it was stupid because how was a 7 year old child supposed to make a positive difference. As I grew up, I realized how naive that was. I watched the world around me crumble and turn into the place I saw in my nightmares. I saw people killed in the streets for no reason and people taking advantage of others in vulnerable states. I wake up each day trying my hardest to make one stranger smile, hoping it will change their day for the better. I don’t know if it will ever make the world a better place, but I do it anyway because of my Dad. I am grateful for him everyday for giving me and my siblings the motivation to change the world. Thank you, Dad.