We snagged a few interviews at the remarkably small Pilot on the edge of Charlotte, North Carolina.

Manuel's face was drenched by the warm head lights of a looming 18-wheeler, more trucks out of focus in the distance, as he told us about his five kids in El Paso, Texas, fifteen hundred miles away.

"They grow up so fast. You miss everything..."

"Have you considered quitting?" Asked Dan.

"Quitting...? No. There are no other jobs in El Paso. Nothing else pays seventeen, twenty dollars an hour. I don't have any other options."

He took a sip from the large cup of soda in his hands and for the first time I noticed what it said in big white letters against royal blue: "The Choice is Your's." Breathlessly, I framed the close up.

Atlanta by night fall.