I live in such a protected and warped reality. In my world, I have three square meals a day, supportive parents, the best friends I could ask for, a warm bed, a first-rate education, the opportunity to travel the world; I can't imagine a life more plentiful and blessed than mine.
Today I met a sixteen-year-old boy that dropped out of high school to stand on a street corner near a freeway overpass with his brother and father, hoping to find work so they can eat. He doesn't know where his mother is, he doesn't have time to hang out with friends, he sleeps under bridges and bushes, trying to keep warm; and he very well may for the rest of his life.
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