(in no particular order)
- After 13 years, it can get worse. Less food. Less education. Less health. Less voice. No safe return home.
- It’s not that they do not have a voice. It’s that no one is listening.
- “Refugee” has become a dirty word. Spend even a little time with a refugee family, and you’ll find that they are so much more than that word. They are mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers—as complex and full of wonder and dignity as you.
- When you’ve experienced the dark horrors of war, you embrace and appreciate peace at a deep, personal level, and you don’t want to let it go.
- It does not get easier to be away from family for so long.
- Peanuts, granola bars, tuna, and some canned soups is my Chad (and now Cameroon) diet. I’m over it. But it works, if you want to lose weight!
- The joy of play is universal. Football (soccer) is the most universal of organized play, and it is powerful how it can create hope.
- I’ve always thought that age is “just a number.” I turned 50 the day I got on the plane to start this trip. That round number has had me reflecting on life lived and life ahead.
- It is sad that refugees don’t expect much from people or organizations that visit. They say that we visit, make promises, and never come back.
- Seeing Guisma, her mom Achta, and all the kids is a crazy blast of mixed emotions. Joy, sadness, and at times anger (and every shade in between) all come together in those short moments. I love seeing them, but they are still there—in a refugee camp.