Several years ago, I met a little girl named Juanita, from a small farming town in Nicaragua. She lives in a very humble home. She walks to school almost one hour each way. Many of the children in that village walk barefoot, perhaps with not much to eat on any given day. Even though Juanita’s family did not have much, they value the importance of learning. When I met her, I was struck by the little pencil she was using. The pencil was the size of my little pinky. She was going to use that pencil until she could not hold it anymore. She wrote my name on the wall. I thought her mom would be upset; she said my mom lets me write on the wall when I don’t have any paper. At that moment I realized how much we take for granted. Juanita inspired me to start collecting pencils.