The Real World
AI-Generated Image Many would consider it hardly deserving of the name, "home." It consists of deteriorating, unpainted boards and corrugated metal and dirt floor. It is only a few feet from a main highway whose heavy traffic includes huge trucks that make a continual, disturbing roar as they pass. “How do they sleep, or even think?” I wondered. On the opposite side of the house - which I’m guessing has about 400 square feet of space – is a small but seemingly impenetrable jungle of tropical growth. We sat in the front “patio,” furnished with plastic chairs. This was the house where 20-year-old Samuel – a name I’m giving him to save embarrassment – lives with his mother and two siblings. A senior in high school who got a late start but has obviously applied himself, he speaks pretty good English. But his struggles to learn and earn are formidable. Relationship of Solidarity I recently returned from a four-day trip to El Salvador, where my Catholic parish hopes to establ...