My family is from a very small island just below India called Sri Lanka. My dad was born in Colombo and grew up there for most of his life. By the time he was 17 a civil war erupted and he was in an area where people were supporting both sides of the conflict. There were hundreds of soldiers patrolling around the streets with their rifles in hand. Each one of those rifles was filled and loaded with gunpowder ( which had KNO₃) and bullets. Now although this war was not very large globally and most of you reading this have probably never heard of it there were tragic amounts of human rights violations such as child soldiers, civilian hostages, and more than I can name. In response to this my dad decided that he needed to do something so he took his Jeep and drove around impoverished towns and picked up people that were in need no matter what side of the war they were on. This was a pivotal moment in my family's story as it's a crucial story we tell to every family member to remind them to choose kindness.