I woke up intending to write about the
beauty of Mont Blanc.
I woke up intending to write about the run
that I chose to do. About how
painful it was. About how hot it was.
About how much I suffered. About how it was all worth it just to cross the
finish line.
Somehow that all seems a little irrelevant
now because I woke up and saw this photo.
I am not ashamed to say that I am sitting here crying.
These people are human beings, like you and I. We can not
imagine how bad their life must be, how scared they must be, to put their
families at this kind of risk. Would you risk all this just to 'sponge' off our
benefits system?
Why are we so slow to help others, so resistant to helping
others, when they are crying so loudly for help?
We are lucky enough to live in relative safety, in relative
comfort. Our lives are luxurious compared to these unlucky people yet we are so
slow to help. Are we afraid of upsetting the status quo?
I’m OK, Jack.
Even worse, elements of the press still pursue their pitiful
anti-migrant stance. I find that sickening.
In all honesty, I would happily house a refugee family fleeing
the horrors and atrocities of Syria, Iraq and so many other countries in the
Middle East and Africa, today if the opportunity arose.
These people are human beings, like you and I. They deserve our
help. They need our help. They are begging for our help.
