A Welcome

Posted on November 13, 2023

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Several evenings ago, I attended a “Welcome to the Neighborhood” gathering for new residents. This was a bit different than what one might expect. The particular couple being welcomed were educated, financially successful professionals with three children, forced to flee from one African country to another, only to find out that the second country was no safer than the first.

Upheaval of any kind can be traumatic. When coupled with mind-numbing fear, starvation, and the absense of any kind of support system, it can be paralyzing. Added to that litany was the wife’s being sent to the ICU for an illness that could have easily turned fatal.

I could write more about this couple, but what stays in my mind is that they focus not on their difficulties, but on the kindness of a soldier who gave them a small tin of sardines. They lived on that for two weeks. How they ultimately got to the US is the stuff of serials on Netflix, that we watch on our large screen TVs, armed with popcorn or blankets or pets or family.

The couple is safe now, or at least as safe as they can be while knowing their “tourist” visa is good for only 90 days. The clothing they have, the food they eat, the beds they sleep on, have all be provided by nameless people who have taken the time from their daily lives and the mind-numbing bombardment of tragic news around the planet, to help these people. As the wife said, “We only need two things in life. We need God and we need good people. When we came here, we had God, but we had no good people. Now we have God and we have good people.”

I’ve been with this couple twice, now. Their personal experiences are not the stuff of their conversations. Instead, they continue to be more focused on the world and on others than they are on their own personal challenges. Coming from places in which survival has been taken to its most raw moment, they are unfailingly focused out. To say they are “inspirational” is an understatement. That word does no justice to who they are and what they represent in the world. For now, they are simply amazed that they wake up each day and are still alive. Each morning they experience that feeling. It never diminishes. It most likely never will.

In one of the supreme disconnects of life, the day after I first met this couple, I read a piece about Trump’s speech at Hialeah Race Track in Florida, promising listeners the largest deportation of immigrants in American history. He attacked the “liars and leeches who have been sucking the blood out of this country.”

This post isn’t about Trump. It’s simply to say that this was yet one more graphic example for me that the way we view ourselves pretty much determines the way we view the world. Trump defined himself perfectly with his words that were meant to be about others. And the words of the couple I have written about are the result of who they define themselves to be. Theirs is the reality with which I choose to define myself.

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