I once traveled south of Texas to a small border town in Mexico called Reynosa. Along with a handful of other high school students, I spent the week building a small, makeshift shelter for a family and playing soccer with the children of the village in yards of dust and dirt. Each evening we gathered our belongings, boarded a school bus and journeyed back to Texas for the night. This was my first experience with the border that divides two countries by way of fences, concrete, armed guards and…  [more]