Finding a Place to Belong

Moving from Honduras, where there was little more than dirt to play with, to the moneyed culture of LA skewed my understanding of happiness and success. Disillusioned by the broken relationships and communities around me, I often felt abandoned and alone. I filled my life with endless activities and people. But often, in a crowd of 40 or 50 friends I would feel completely and utterly alone. I couldn’t seem to believe that people really welcomed me. Have you ever felt like that? >Full Story