One of my most profound childhood memories happened when I was in 5th grade. It was my turn that day for friends to play at my house after school. As we approached my home, I noticed that the sheriffs were in the process of evicting my family and throwing our belongings in the alley. As my heart hurt and my pre-teen brain exploded, something happened that has shaped my perception of human kindness. My friends moved our furniture to the side and we played basketball. The eviction was never mentioned.
20 years later, I’m proud to say I’m paying it forward through the creation of my non-profit, Dion’s Chicago Dream.