Day-laborers. You know where they are. You probably don’t know who they are, but you know where you can find them. Every community has them. They gather on a street corner or parking lot before dawn. There they wait, watch, and hope that you will drive by and give them a day’s work.

Can you imagine what it must be life to live like this? Not knowing where you next paycheck is coming from, or if it’s coming at all. These are the earliest risers in any community. By the time the sun is up, so is the chance for earning a daily wage, making enough money to buy food for an evening meal, scratching together some funds to put towards the rent or to send toward the family back home. It is a hand-to-mouth, hardscrapple existence, a morning-to-morning crapshoot. It is a scrape-by living, not a live…