Refugee
If I were a refugee I would bring my bible, a knife, my family, a pair of socks, clothes, water, some food, a sleeping bag, id, social security card, and good shoes. It’s crazy to think that I would ever have to do that. A woman I work with is a refugee and when she talks about the cmaps I get chills. Being displaced, realizing everything you left behind, simply for a chance at life, is something if triumphed over, will lead you tobelieve you can get through anything. That’s exactly the attitude this woman holds. She is incorrigible and there is deep joy inside that exudes when speaking about a simple day. There is thankfulness for life, something she will never take for granted. I am thankful I have not had to experience that and probably never will, but now that I’ve thought about it, at least I know what I’ll be bringing with me, and all I’ll leave behind.
