You go down a street, like on a day like any other, you find child in ragged clothing, barefoot, bruised and with long matted hair. It looks no older than 3 or 5. You can't help but feel bad for it, it is visibly starved and lonely. You can't help but feel need to help it and take care of it...

The little child sobs and looks at you with pleading eyes. It makes you wanna spend all your time trying to help it.