Last week I was in Istanbul, Turkey for 10 days with my dear friend Shilpa Kasukurthi. While I was there I had one of the most life changing encounters. While we were sitting in the courtyard of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia a little boy came over to us and begged for money. At first I dismissed him but as I watched him beg I just couldn’t watch anymore. We decided to buy him some food. When we got to a food place he said he didn’t want it and kept on saying one word. We found someone to translate. He was asking for milk. We went to a market where we found him some milk but he nodded his head no. We were confused. Finally we found another person to translate. He was asking for powdered milk, baby formula. We finally found a large market with baby formula. We started packing him bananas, water and some cookies. He stopped us and said,” no too much money. Only milk.” I asked him about who he was, from the little English he spoke I learnt that he was a Syrian refugee, 13 years old, both his parents died in Syria, and he was now the parent to his 1 year old brother for who he was begging for, and two other younger siblings. He must have seen more in his young age than I will see in my entire life. Yet he was kind, humble and grateful. I will never forget him. He forever will be my hero.