About My Inner Philanthropist (why I give):
On a trip to Cambodia in 2004, I met two little boys on the beach of Sihanoukville. They were collecting beer cans from tourists. They kept hovering around me to make sure they got the can when I was finished. They were so sweet and I knew they were hungry so I folded up the equivalent of $1 for each of them when they came to collect the can. The joy on their faces and their outbursts of happiness in the Khmer language made me wish I had given them $100 dollars. I always think about them.