Alone in his car heading west, it's easy for Jason to feel sorry for himself and mad at the world. But then he gives a ride to Hector and learns that life isn't as negative as we sometimes see it, and that the prejudice and discrimination that he's experiencing aren't unique to him--and aren't impossible to overcome. The friendship between this young man and his 70-year-old passenger is an inspiring story of love and of dealing with obstacles in life. It's a story that you'll treasure long after you're finished reading.
What ruins this work for me is the half hearted attempt of the author to create a narrative out of a content clearly bound to become something else.
In my opinion he should have created a philosophical dialogue of sorts, a genre that, unappealing as it may look, is best suited to convey heavily charged contents in a straightforward way. Unfortunately he sets up an "on-the-road" fictional frame that may appear more appealing at first sight but gets in the way instead. To really convey meaningful thoughts in fictional form the author must create apparently spontaneous dialogues that do not spell everything clear for the reader but give him hints and stimuli. It is not the case here. Hector talks like a well spoken life-coach would and in a narrative context he comes out as sanctimonious and preachy.
That is essentially a pity as most of the thoughts the author decides to share with us are worthy and writing is generally quite good.