Marv told me about a group with a unique mission: picking up trash along the 118 Freeway in Northridge, California. The catch? We'd be doing this while cars zoomed by at breakneck speeds-80 miles per hour, no less. It sounded equal parts insane and inspiring, so I joined in.
We made it through the day, adrenaline pumping as we dodged traffic and bagged debris. That experience stuck with me, sparking a small but determined mission of my own. I began picking up trash along Bell Canyon Road every week, doing my part to restore a little beauty to the chaos left by others. It's not glamorous, but it's my way of giving back-and proving that even small efforts can make a big difference.