The Girls Who Broke My Heart

The first day I met her, she wore two lady bug sneakers. Today, she only has the left one, and one left sandal on her right foot. Love usually asks me to hold her, running up to me with her hands held in the air. She talks quietly, like I do, except when she wants my attention; “Madame!” she yells, and it works. She loves to smile at me with her beautiful little teeth and beautiful Syrian eyes. Her hair is short; apparently it used to fall down her back, but her mama cut it all off to protect her. She has chipped pink nail polish, and wears a pair of blue wool tights every time I...

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The Girls Who Broke My Heart

The first day I met her, she wore two lady bug sneakers. Today, she only has the left one, and one left sandal on her right foot. Love usually asks me to hold her, running up to me with her hands held in the air. She talks quietly, like I do, except when she wants my attention; “Madame!” she yells, and it works. She loves to smile at me with her beautiful little teeth and beautiful Syrian eyes. Her hair is short; apparently it used to fall down her back, but her mama cut it all off to protect her. She has chipped pink nail polish, and wears a pair of blue wool tights every time I...

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She Doesn’t Know Where She is Going

Change is Constant.   This is especially true on Lesvos. What I’m about to share is only a portion of what has happened in the past few weeks. It has amazed me how quickly things change here. In my first two weeks my team was nose to the grindstone crazy-busy. We were getting up at 5:30 in the morning and driving an hour to Moria to work in the clothing tent. We handed out shoes, jackets, pants, tops, whatever was needed. This went non-stop until shift change at 4, and then we drove the hour home to crash. Hundreds passed through the tent each day. The average population...

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She Doesn’t Know Where She is Going

Change is Constant.   This is especially true on Lesvos. What I’m about to share is only a portion of what has happened in the past few weeks. It has amazed me how quickly things change here. In my first two weeks my team was nose to the grindstone crazy-busy. We were getting up at 5:30 in the morning and driving an hour to Moria to work in the clothing tent. We handed out shoes, jackets, pants, tops, whatever was needed. This went non-stop until shift change at 4, and then we drove the hour home to crash. Hundreds passed through the tent each day. The average population...

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