When I was 5 years old, my father shared a story about his experience of being stranded at the airport for an entire weekend. He was taking the trip to attend a family wedding in Trinidad and had to spend the entire weekend in the airport without food or water and never made it to the wedding. He described how he saw someone sitting on the ground in the corner of the airport, nibbling on some crackers and how watching them made his stomach growl with hunger.
Hearing this story from my father at such a young age impacted me so emotionally that now as an adult, the mere mention of someone being hungry or going without food affects me. Since then I've had a compelling urge to feed others no matter where I go.