Fleeing Syria
Today I am weeping, I feel so sad. I met a man who had fled Syria leaving his wife and three young children behind (he proudly showed me pictures on his phone), they were safer now in Lebanon. But his mother had been killed in the bombing. He was on his way hopefully to the UK. He worked as a chef in his own country and he was hoping to find that kind of work. He had not been able to get on the internet to see his little ones who he obviously loved very much, I had no idea how to sort it for him.
I met others asking me to take them in our minibus back with us to England where they thought their troubles would be on the up. Many having spent months, even years stuck in Brussels. But we were only going back to Calais.
People we met today in Brussels were struggling with headaches and colds with nothing to fight it with. Not wanting to go to the hospital. Asking for sleeping bags and blankets to keep them warm. We had supplies but they were limited.
They are always so cheery and glad to see us, grateful even if we havent what they want. But today i saw some more reality and sadness in their eyes that I had been spared so far.
It is such a privilege to be with an organisation enabling me to meet and shake the hands of these struggling people who have found themselves in limbo. Unable to go forwards or back. Able to show them some mercy and friendship
To volunteer or donate go to www.care4calais.org
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