There were too many times when the homeless shelter had no room for the boy and his family, too many times when the boy, no older than 8 years old, was forced to spend the night sleeping in the backseat of a tiny old red Ford Ranger in Woodland Hills, Calif.
There were too many times when the boy and four or five or six of his eight siblings would collect cans to sell, so the family could eat bologna sandwiches or peanut butter and jelly in the back of that tiny old red ’95 Ford Ranger.
There were too many times when the boy’s parents would donate blood and get $30 for it so everyone could eat in the backseat of that tiny old red ’95 Ford Ranger.