One fine day, I was looking for an opportunity to volunteer outside of the United States when I came across an ad for a volunteer needed. This opportunity was located in Nepal at an orphanage called: Little Princes. I liked the thought of leaving the country, as I wanted to travel the world; but kids? I could do without them. I kept reading and found out that Nepal was a war zone, and the children needed help. How often would this chance come up? I took the position and flew down to Nepal a few months later. There were police everywhere, certainly not a very warm greeting. I was put in a house that would teach me to learn what I needed to know, their youngest daughter taught me lots. I showed off in front of the family and they looked at me very questioningly. I kept trying and they asked me who I was taught by; I pointed at their daughter. They started laughing at me, I felt embarrassed, though I still didn’t know what I’d done. I learned that she was deaf. I immediately felt very bad for her, how would I feel if I couldn’t hear the world? No more birds singing, or music playing. Having a communication barrier between me and the rest of the world. I’d feel like I do now, not knowing their language, it would be awful.