When I wanted to write about Mother Teresa she suggested I help with the work so I would really know what I was writing about.  One of her helpers told me of a man who was introduced to Mother as a champion of the Poor.  He traveled the world making people aware of the many hungry people.  When Mother asked him what he did for the hungry people he met he said, "Oh, I don't meet any hungry people.  I meet people with money who can help the hungry."  So Mother asked him, "How do you know what the hungry need if you don't know any of them?"

So I became a co-worker and worked in soup kitchens in the Bronx, New York and in Tijuana, Mexico.  I changed diaper and fed children at El Florido Mexico, consoled children with AIDS and leprosy in South Africa,  worked with the sick and dying in Calcutta.  When I began writing my book I knew what I was talking about.  Mother Teresa was right. It is almost impossible to write with depth about somewhere you have never been and people you have never know.  And as Mother always said, the poorest of the poor have so much to teach us.