Last winter, my wife and I went to Honduras for three months to help our daughter in a small, grassroots nonprofit called the Chispa Project. One night as we left a restaurant, a man followed us to our car. “Por favor,” he said, handing my daughter a note. “PLEASE, can you help me get to America?” the note said. It was signed with a name and phone number. Do you ever wonder what makes them take the risk?
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