The summer before my junior year, the most rewarding eight weeks of my life, was spent serving at the Catholic Worker House, Casa Juan Diego. I was one of three live-in volunteers in the women's house and worked with diverse and kind-hearted individuals. Not only was the staff amazing, but the guests of Casa were also truly incredible and inspiring. Majority of the guest were immigrants from different countries, primarily from Central America. However, at that time, there was a mass influx of Cuban refugees. The city faced overcrowding in the shelters and unfortunately, Casa faced the same dilemma: allowing the refugees in despite safety regulations or keeping these men, women, and even children outside, waiting until rooms opened up. I come
