A Car For A Home: My Uncle's Story of Resilience
At 22 years old my uncle’s world crumbled. At the time he and his 13-year-old brother had been living with their aunt. Their mother was in Mexico and they had never met their dad. Imagine having only one person as your support and then suddenly losing it all. Their aunt had kicked them out of their home and they had nowhere else to go. With no family support or resources, they ended up having to live in my uncle's car — a beat-up sedan that was their only source of safety. Life was tough for both of them, but it was more so for my uncle’s brother who had a disability and depended on my uncle for almost everything. The car was more than just a shelter; it was where my uncle took the dual role of a caregiver and guardian. At night they would park the car in quiet areas, hoping to stay out of sight. My uncle would let his brother sleep in the back seat so he'd have a little more room to lie down but the tight space made it difficult to feel comfortable. Meanwhile, my uncle s