I can see the West Bank lights come on across the valley as we head to one of our remote refugee clinics. I can see the temple mount in the distance if I take a short five-minute drive to the top of the hill. I now have active projects in every country that borders the …
“Tears in the Airport Lounge”will be a memoir I write someday. It’s the place I sit at the end of each trip and write notes from time spent with refugees. It’s the place I finally let go because I’m alone. It’s also the place where tears give way to concrete action steps that lay the …
Cold weather has officially arrived in the refugee camps. I’ve been here in the cold many times, but it’s still hard to face the icy chill. Cold days are long, but nights are even worse. We make our way through the pass to the valley camps below, as the snow line creeps ever closer to …
I think it’s pretty clear when we talk about the needs of refugees, an IT system isn’t anything that comes to mind. For those of us who work on the front-lines, we know that many other things take priority, like safe drinking water, shelter, and food. However, it’s incredibly apparent to me that adding a …
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” Aesop It’s often the small acts of kindness we remember. I awake in the hotel room this morning, fondly remembering a time, not so long ago, when a friend traveled with me to help refugees. She made me a cup of coffee each morning …
Reflecting I founded Walk With Me at the height of the refugee crisis to feed, heal, teach and sustain refugees fleeing war-torn regions. Shortly after the launch, I recognized the need to establish non-profit status for these humanitarian projects. The programs and the networking opportunities grew much faster than anticipated, and I soon realized I …
Part I – The Beginning of War “I wake up every day praying this is a temporary situation and that life will get better soon, but it’s been six years now.” I often sit with refugees from Syria and ask how they think the war started. Now that it’s been six years, we all tend …
The Beginning of Sorrows In Part I of this blog, Schoolyard Graffiti: The Beginning of War, I told the harrowing story of one family and their journey to escape death. They were lucky to make it out alive, but “life” in the war-torn borderlands is extremely difficult. Ripped from their homes, families, communities and everything they’ve known, …
Many refugees were part of thriving middle-class communities in some of the oldest cities in the world prior to the war; a war that doesn’t discriminate. I meet doctors and lawyers and even millionaires who share their journey of becoming refugees, almost overnight. In this blog I won’t disclose names or details that may put …