Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
― Emma Lazarus
When I was younger my family moved several times which, in turn, made me attend several different schools. It was tough being the new family in the neighborhood and it was tough being the new kid in school.
That was pretty easy compared to what refugees go through coming to the United States. Just imagine you and your family live in a country where it’s dangerous to live. For safety, you are moved to a refugee camp and after a few years you find out that you are being moved to the United States.
Since I am a big fan of the USA, I would think that it would be like hitting the jackpot to be selected to live in the USA. It would still be tough, though.
I happened to read a story in the Missoulian newspaper about a few refugees moving there:
Missoula’s latest wave of refugees has begun. A family of six Congolese arrived in town Thursday from East Africa, and the first five-person family mentor team trained by Soft Landing Missoula swung into action to ease the shock.
The Missoulian also reported that the family is made up of a mother, father and four children, three of whom have spent their whole lives in a refugee camp in Tanzania.
Imagine that. All some members of the family have ever known is living in a refugee camp.
It’s great to see that the people of Missoula are stepping up to help our new neighbors.
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, – Matthew 25:35 (NIV)