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Tonight was I was walking home, I heard some kids calling, “Hola, Hermano Jimmy McIntosh!” They were street kids who eat at the soup kitchen we run here in Cochabamba. I greeted them back, and then thought about the situation. These kids had probably only heard my name once or twice, but the name was important to them because it meant access to food. I sometimes forget how important the services we provide are to desperately poor people. It literally means access to food and medical services without which they could die. These kids were laughing and enjoying themselves, but perhaps they could only do so because of the services we provide. It was a simple greeting, but incredibly humbling.

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