I gave my scarf and last $100 to a shivering girl at the train station, thinking I’d never see her again. But when I boarded my flight, there she was in first class! “What does this mean?” I asked her, and her answer left me reeling.
I stood in front of a long glass conference table, facing down 12 board members who watched me with expressions that could freeze lava.
I took a breath and clicked to the first slide.
“Good morning,” I began. “My name is Erin, and I’m here because I believe no young person should ever end up on the street, fighting to stay alive.”
