Almost every morning, we woke to the song of the poor children living in the streets. Most of them were abandoned by their parents, and some were orphans, begging and starving in the large cities of Senegal. The song, sung by a seven-year-old boy, was full of melancholy. Sometimes the song sounded closer and closer as the boy who sang it edged toward our window, trying his best to be heard. Oftentimes I peeked through the blinds and saw a frail, barefoot child with cracked lips, peeling skin, and a bumpy scalp, his arms and legs covered with wounds. He carried an empty two-pound tomato can with a handle made of electrical wire. I always clambered down to fill his can with milk and give him a piece of bread. I was eight years old, growing up feeling joyful. Life became meaningful, and I couldnt stop making changes in peoples lives. I came to America with a dream that no one could see but myself. While living a trial-and-error life in the United States, my inner world was so loud that nothing could stop me from achieving my goals of helping women and children in need. Through my struggles, I found my true self, I learned to overcome the adversity and everyday stress in my life. By embracing my pain, I stopped suffering, I was able to find meaning in any situation that arises and took most of the challenges as opportunities to find my vision, and most importantly to help my children discover their purpose in life. This book introduces readers to a higher level of joyful life that their families will benefit from. Readers will be inspired to make changes in any area they want to, and they will learn how to achieve their dreams, even when life is pulling them away from those dreams. I have learned so much from this journey that I wanted other people to gain from my experiences and to use the stories and ideas to enhance their journeys and become angels of change for the world they live in. 20% of all proceeds will be donated to Family Bridge Foundation