At the corner of my elementary school property, in Odessa, Texas, was a small building called the "Rainbow Room". The Rainbow Room, still in existence today, is run by the local Department of Child Protective Services and is a place for people to go if they find themselves in domestic violence or foster situations that cause them to leave their lives behind in a hurry or with limited belongings. As a child, throughout the school year, and especially at Christmastime, our classes would hold donation drives to stock the Rainbow Room with jackets, socks, underwear, toothbrushes and toiletries, daily clothing and more. We would collect items then walk to the building at the corner to deliver the goods. Five years after I left my elementary school to move on to jr. high and then into high school, I once again found myself standing in the Rainbow Room. However, this time, I was the one in need of the items. I had recently been placed into foster care and had only the clothes I had worn to school the day I was removed from my childhood home. It was a bittersweet moment of gratitude and unbelief, but mostly gratitude, knowing the love of young kids and the spirit of giving instilled by a school community that had the ability to help me out.