A picture caught my eye. An old photo from the 70's. The subjects were hardly framed. The picture quality was nothing special. A child, around 2 years old, sat on her father's lap looking curious. Her father beamed a smile of relief. Two other small children were in the photo, one was partially cropped out. The father and daughter were the focus. There was nothing special about this picture, no photo shop, no gimmicks. No words that created a clever Meme. It was just an old faded photo.
The author sat in a refugee camp in Greece staring into the eyes of the small children reassuring them with her compassionate eyes, that things would turn out okay for them. She was sure of it because things worked out for her. The nondescript photo was taken right after her family was rescued at sea after fleeing Vietnam. Photo used with permission from Lynda Nguyen. To learn more about Lynda visit: www.lyndanguyen.com
I couldn't get the story out of my head. Syrian, families bravely crossed the sea to enter a country that didn't speak their language. They had no home, no shelter, no job. Dreams were shattered and in that instant childhoods were taken away. How can I, one person, make a difference and let these beings know that I care? What can I do that would leave my mark? Feeling a deep calling, I prayed.