As I looked around, I saw many children napping. The rigors of playing with our group, climbing on our backs, and being lifted up as high as our arms can stretch, exhausted their energy. I could not help feel the wave of exhaustion bombard me. However, when I turned to the child I was playing with, her smile and her wide eyes rejuvenated my depleting battery. Suddenly, a burst of energy overcame me. It was our time to play “Phone Call”. Engulfed in our game, I did not notice Ms. Foukalas and Dean Willis entering the school with four giant shopping bags. Struggling to carry them to the middle of the room, a procession of shopping bags followed. This routine did not end until half of the room was filled with clothing and food that the School of Education raised for this school. Later, I would learn that the school was running out of food for the children and they needed clothes for home. Yet, in the present, I was amazed by how much our donations provided to the children and the school. As we said our “goodbyes”, tears from the principal’s eyes flowed with the same energy the children displayed when we were playing with them. My immediate thought was to comfort her and share in the feeling of joy. The tears she shed were not of sadness but of joy. For once, she can provide her children with the necessary nutrients and clothing needed to see them grow. Just like how the little girl’s energy enveloped me, her tears were contagious. I, too, had to shed a tear of joy and happiness. This was the moment where I knew what life should be about. Two perfect strangers sharing a tear of joy and happiness – showing the world that care and generosity can conquer.