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??I’ve been quiet this past week, thinking about what to say. My lack of words hasn’t come from a lack of care.. quite the opposite. 6 years ago today I was living in Greece, volunteering for a number of months in the midst of what was, and still remains to be, a significant & devastating humanitarian crisis. At the time, it had felt insurmountable. But we got by on the crumbs of hope that with every passing day more awareness could be driven, more donations collected, more sandwiches passed out and more celebrating the news of every single safe passage; that this would be over. That the war in Syria might settle, that humans fleeing for their lives from Afghanistan, Kurdistan, Libya, Eritrea, Myanmar, and every other nation suffering might ease. 6 years later and now instead of feeling like things are improving, a whole new country of humans are being driven out of their homes, away from their loved ones, facing poverty, hunger and death. My heart hurts as I stand by every single Ukranian today. I also continue to hurt for every human, from every country who’s had to flee for their safety. I don’t know how to help. Heck, for a change I don’t even know what to say. Except for that I am sorry. I am sorry to each and every one of you having to leave your home – wherever that home is – due to war and other dangers outside your, or my control. I am sorry that the world is not a safer, kinder place. That there are still humans who will treat you as lesser than, when you are absolutely not. If you are lucky enough, as I am, to have a safe place to live and any money to spare – please consider donating whatever you can to one of the many different charities out there on the front lines helping out around the world. World Central Kitchen, MSF, UNHCR, Unicef, Save the Children, Voices of Children, and CARE are just a few – but there are so many you could give to.

??I’ve been quiet this past week, thinking about what to say. My lack of words hasn’t come from a lack of care.. quite the opposite. 6 years ago today I was living in Greece, volunteering for a number of months in the midst of what was, and still remains to be, a significant & devastating humanitarian crisis. At the time, it had felt insurmountable. But we got by on the crumbs of hope that with every passing day more awareness could be driven, more donations collected, more sandwiches passed out and more celebrating the news of every single safe passage; that this would be over. That the war in Syria might settle, that humans fleeing for their lives from Afghanistan, Kurdistan, Libya, Eritrea, Myanmar, and every other nation suffering might ease. 6 years later and now instead of feeling like things are improving, a whole new country of humans are being driven out of their homes, away from their loved ones, facing poverty, hunger and death. My heart hurts as I stand by every single Ukranian today. I also continue to hurt for every human, from every country who’s had to flee for their safety. I don’t know how to help. Heck, for a change I don’t even know what to say. Except for that I am sorry. I am sorry to each and every one of you having to leave your home - wherever that home is - due to war and other dangers outside your, or my control. I am sorry that the world is not a safer, kinder place. That there are still humans who will treat you as lesser than, when you are absolutely not. If you are lucky enough, as I am, to have a safe place to live and any money to spare - please consider donating whatever you can to one of the many different charities out there on the front lines helping out around the world. World Central Kitchen, MSF, UNHCR, Unicef, Save the Children, Voices of Children, and CARE are just a few - but there are so many you could give to.

??I’ve been quiet this past week, thinking about what to say. My lack of words hasn’t come from a lack of care.. quite the opposite. 

6 years ago today I was living in Greece, volunteering for a number of months in the midst of what was, and still remains to be, a significant & devastating humanitarian crisis. 

At the time, it had felt insurmountable. But we got by on the crumbs of hope that with every passing day more awareness could be driven, more donations collected, more sandwiches passed out and more celebrating the news of every single safe passage; that this would be over. 

That the war in Syria might settle, that humans fleeing for their lives from Afghanistan, Kurdistan, Libya, Eritrea, Myanmar, and every other nation suffering might ease. 

6 years later and now instead of feeling like things are improving, a whole new country of humans are being driven out of their homes, away from their loved ones, facing poverty, hunger and death. 

My heart hurts as I stand by every single Ukranian today. I also continue to hurt for every human, from every country who’s had to flee for their safety. 

I don’t know how to help. Heck, for a change I don’t even know what to say. Except for that I am sorry. 

I am sorry to each and every one of you having to leave your home - wherever that home is - due to war and other dangers outside your, or my control.

I am sorry that the world is not a safer, kinder place. 

That there are still humans who will treat you as lesser than, when you are absolutely not. 

If you are lucky enough, as I am, to have a safe place to live and any money to spare - please consider donating whatever you can to one of the many different charities out there on the front lines helping out around the world.  World Central Kitchen, MSF, UNHCR, Unicef, Save the Children, Voices of Children, and CARE are just a few - but there are so many you could give to.

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