While it isn’t apparent where this sweater is situated, it was placed at the waiting area at the local AZ Department of Motor Vehicles. After realizing that my license would be expiring within days, I rushed over to get a new one. I waited for what seemed like an eternity and then received my official state identification within minutes. For some, especially the homeless, having proper documentation is often a tremendously arduous and sometimes impossible task. While working with La Casa Norte in Chicago, an organization that provides services for homeless youth or those at risk, I learned that often this was the largest hurdle for people to overcome in order to receive services. So, for those who breeze through the system in obtaining a new license like myself, remember, the line at the DMV could be worse!