My friend Julia Hu and I visited Los Angeles the summer we graduated middle school.  We were driving down the street when we saw a sign for The Braille Institute.  My aunt, who is a native of Tanzania, told me about a school for blind and disabled children.  Knowing that someday I would convince my parents to take me there to help improve the quality of life for the children in Tanzania, we stopped to see if we could learn something about what blind children might need to help them get a better education.