©2018/Jerry Redfern
Reyes, 18
Reyes [RAY-ez] is a quiet, hard-working 18-year-old. He went to high school in Texas. But he rarely got through a full school year there. His sophomore year ended like many others.
In May, he packed a bag with jeans, T-shirts, and rubber boots. He got in a truck with family members and hit the road. Three days later, he arrived in a small town called Hart, Michigan.
Hart is just 5 miles from a huge lake with beaches, boating, and fishing. But Reyes wasn’t there for vacation. He was there to work—hard.
All summer, he picked asparagus on a farm. The long days left him covered in dirt and sweat. His fingers were raw with blisters.
By the end of the summer, Reyes’s whole body ached. But he went back to Texas with a few thousand dollars. It was enough to help his family buy clothes and pay some bills for the coming year.
“I’ve suffered a lot,” says Reyes. “But you know what: I need to help my family. If I don’t do it, who’s going to?”
Reyes is 18. He went to high school in Texas. But he rarely finished a school year there. Like other years, his sophomore year ended early.
In May, he packed a bag. He got in a truck with family members. Three days later, he was in a town called Hart, Michigan.
Hart is near a lake. There are beaches, boating, and fishing. But Reyes wasn’t there for fun. He was there to work.
All summer, he worked on a farm. He picked asparagus. He worked long days. He was covered in dirt and sweat. His fingers had blisters.
At the end of the summer, the work ended. His whole body hurt. But he had earned a few thousand dollars. He could help his family back in Texas. They could buy clothes. They could pay some bills.
“I’ve suffered a lot,” says Reyes. “But you know what: I need to help my family. If I don’t do it, who’s going to?”
Reyes is a quiet, hard-working 18-year-old. He went to high school in Texas, but he rarely completed a school year there—and his sophomore year was no different.
In May, he packed a bag with jeans, T-shirts, and rubber boots. He and some family members got into a truck and hit the road, arriving in a small town called Hart, Michigan, three days later.
Just 5 miles from Hart is a huge lake with beaches, boating, and fishing. But Reyes wasn’t there for a vacation. He was there to work—hard.
All summer, he worked on a farm, picking asparagus. The long days left him covered in dirt and sweat, his fingers raw with blisters.
By the end of the summer, Reyes’s entire body ached. But he returned to Texas with a few thousand dollars—enough to help his family buy clothes and pay some bills for the coming year.
“I’ve suffered a lot,” explains Reyes. “But you know what: I need to help my family. If I don’t do it, who’s going to?”