[ Matt straightens up and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. ]

There was a man living in rural India, Dashrath Manjhi. His wife, the love of his life fell ill but there was no doctor in the village where they lived who could treat her. So he hurried to the nearest hospital but to get there he had to take a long road around the nearby Gehlour hills. Sadly, by the time he had access to a doctor his wife had passed away.

So he made a decision in honor of his wife to create a shorter road from his home village to the town where the hospital was located. He took a hammer and a chisel and began to carve a path straight through the hills with his own two hands. The people thought he was crazy but he kept his head down and kept working. Eventually, others began to understand his effort and brought him food and new tools. He spent twenty-two years digging until at last, he had cleared a safe path to the other side. Thanks to his effort the distance between his village and the nearest hospital went from about eighty kilometers to three and life for those living in his village improved thanks to his work.