Working in the slums of L.A.

I'm working in Pico-Union these days. A small 3 bedroom house, with 12 plus people living in it. Poverty is rampant in this neighborhood, violence is everywhere. On my way to work the other day I saw two seperate men in a 1 mile radius beating on their girlfriends. My stomach turned and I began to cry, I called the police but they never came. I give in home therapy to a young autistic boy. His mother is an immigrant from Guatemala, she is sweet and cares alot about her son. She is alone, her husband was killed in an auto accident. I am placed in these environments because I speak spanish, I am one of 5 bilingual employees in my company. A part of me hates working in the area, but when I see how much his mother appreciates my time, and how much progress I make with the little guy, it makes it all worthwhile, kind of.