Inspired by the thousands of human beings who sought refuge at our southern border.

This project manifested itself from a want to a need.

It became a spiritual journey.

I heard the stories of walking thousands of miles though jungles and unimaginable environments.

Many dying before the chance to see American soil.

It's an opportunity many seek to break generational curses.

The least I could do is drive 13 hours to help.

For some, a pair of porta-potties and sack lunches is a milestone after the tan buildings with blue doors and barb wires. Others, inhumane plane tickets back to the beginning. Before you leave the city, you will pass the video store. I left Del Río but my heart is still at the border. Until next time.