Just wanted to share a story about someone my family met last week.
His name was Celvin, he was a Honduran refugee who had both of his parents die from violence.
Celvin fled Honduras by foot and eventually made his way to Belize. He was staying with someone he met there, but that family already had 6 kids and he had to live in poor conditions because they did not have enough to provide for him.
Eventually he got in linked up with another family and they were able to adopt him, teach him to read and write, and set him up with a job driving golf cart taxis on a small island off the coast of Belize.
People like Celvin just want a chance. It hurt my heart to hear his story and think how many more people from his area didn't make it out.