I still remember the look on Pedro’s face when he told me he dreams of becoming a lawyer someday so that he could advocate for and help his people. At 12, malnourished and standing as tall as a healthy 8 year old, you could feel a deep sadness in him as every day, with no help in sight, his dream is slowly fading away. Behind his mischievous smile is a silent resignation that his dream will never take wing into reality someday. Pedro (not his real name) would only have to look at the faces of his parents and the adults in this impoverished rural community to see a sad collective of unmet dreams. But for now, his dream is what bridges the gap between a life of despair and a future of hope.