It was an organization that helped homeless and impoverished families get the bare necessities. I have personally seen this problem up close and person several times. The Dominican Republic is a beautiful place where resorts and palm trees overshadow the wooden huts and begging children on the streets. As soon as I got off of the boat to one of its neighboring islands a group of kids, not much older than me, were offering conch shells for quarters. A handful of people smirked as they turned their heads. Others pretended not to notice, but I turned to my parents and asked if I could have a quarter. My mother told me that if I gave money to only one person, the result would most likely be violent and cause fighting. My simple solution was to give money to all of them, but I didn’t want to cause an argument. That was all I could think about that day, and I still think about it