For eighteen years my mother worked with people living with mentally disabilities. She spent each day of her eighteen years trying to discover new ways to improve the lives of these people. However, when she was 41, my mother passed away with a brain aneurism and her goal came to an very unexpected halt. The October my mother passed away was the month I truly knew where I wanted to focus my heart. I have a drive in me to help change the lives of those living with mental disabilities, and I want to do it with food. The nutrition of the mentally disabled is not on any scale nutritious or healthy. Rather than giving drugs to numb the problem, I want to teach and alter the diets of the mentally ill to help improve brain function. The chemicals in the brain each have a limit. It was explained to me as a bucket. As the fast food and milkshakes go in the bucket begins to overflow from the gluten and dairy overdoses occurring in the brain, and then the child is more groggy and continuously wants more bad-for-you foods. The metaphorical buckets of people with autism and other illnesses are constantly overflowing, and I want to teach caregivers about the values of foods and change the diets of the people with the illnesses to improve their brain function and quality of life. I want to accomplish what my mom wasn’t able to finish. I want to make her proud.