After a treacherous journey, two Honduran families with special needs children make it to California
When I left the migrant caravan in early November, it was on a dusty road leading to Veracruz and hope was sinking. Most were exhausted and sick from the journey. The road ahead, leading to America, was rife with sicarios and kidnappers and men who trafficked in human organs – or so they’d heard. Many had turned back toward Honduras and Guatemala, surrendering to the murderous violence that had put them on the run. In doing so, a good many had surely signed their own death sentence.
I left wondering how those who remained would even make it to the next town, much less another 2,200 miles to Tijuana and the US. And yet weeks later, I would reunite with two of those families in a quiet suburb of San Diego, and regard it as a miracle.
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