As agoraphobia was debilitating, I knew that I had to step out of my house. Hence, I went to a homeless shelter in Vancouver, First Baptist Church (shout out to everybody!), to volunteer. There, I witnessed inequalities, addictions, psychological issues, and many other forms of injustice. Meanwhile, I also volunteered as a music therapy assistant at a nursing home. I played songs that the elderlies requested on the piano. These activities made me realize that I was born to serve.