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If I ever won the lottery, I wouldn’t dream small. I would hope the winnings were astronomical. I long for this, not for luxury. It’s not for status either. It’s because I long to make an astronomical difference in the world.

My heart has always been tuned to the homeless. Not in the distant, passing way that many people experience them, but in the up‑close, human way. I’ve sat with them. Talked with them. Listened to their stories. Shared meals. Offered what I can. In those moments, I learned something that changed me. Every homeless person carries a story as layered and complex as any of ours. Many are veterans. Many once had stable lives, families, careers, and dreams. Life simply took a turn they never saw coming.

Witnessing the sheer number of people living without shelter, food, or basic human needs breaks something inside you. This is especially true for women and children. For years, I’ve carried a vision in my imagination. I imagine a building purchased not just to house the homeless. It is meant to restore them.

A place with warm beds, clean showers, and nourishing meals — yes. But more than that, a place where each person is known. Where their story is heard. Where their needs, ambitions, and next steps are carefully mapped out. A place where dignity is restored, confidence is rebuilt, and life begins again. Not a shelter. A stepping stone. A sanctuary. A beginning.

This vision has lived in me for years. Lottery winnings would simply give it breath.

But my heart doesn’t stop there.

I also dream of creating a haven for the younger generation. These are the ones who feel lost or misunderstood. They feel out of place in a world that often moves too fast and listens too little. The introverts. The highly aware. The deep feelers. The eccentric souls who sense they don’t quite fit. The runaways. The ones who carry brilliance but don’t yet know where to place it.

I imagine a space where they can come and speak freely about their dilemmas. A place where transparency is welcomed. Emotions are honored. No one is judged for thinking differently or looking different from the crowd. A place to breathe. To think. To be understood. To be loved. To be themselves without apology.

A place where belonging is not earned — it is given.

So yes, if I ever hit big, these are the two initiatives I would bring to life. It’s not for recognition. It’s not for praise. It’s because the world is aching for compassion that moves. It’s yearning for compassion that builds. It needs compassion that restores.

And maybe — just maybe — if enough of us start imagining what we achieve with our blessings. We use our resources and our time to be powerful. With our creativity, we effect change. We wouldn’t need a lottery at all to make the world a better place.