Service never really meant much to me until a couple of years ago. I remember the exact moment I knew that I had a duty to help homeless people in December of 2013. I was driving with my friends in down town Salt Lake on our way home from a Christmas party. It was about 2 in the morning and it was absolutely freezing outside. I was joking, singing, and having a great time with my other three friends in the car. We were stopped at a red light, and that is when I noticed a homeless man sleeping on a bench on the side of the street. It was at least 4 degrees outside, and he was sleeping on a hard metal bench with a coat and some tattered blankets around him with no pillow. It completely broke my heart and I will never be able to forget how horrible
