First Hand Encounter

Typical American. Only worried about me and my little world. I’ve heard about the Syrian immigrant issues in the EU. This morning, riding the train from Vienna to Linz, I witnessed it first hand. About 100 Syrian migrants got on our train. The looks on their face, the confusion, the despair, the pain. This little girl stopped at our seat and was looking at a food menu sitting on our table. Something struck me. She reminded me of Rhian. Pierced me to the core. I have so much to be thankful for. I don’t even know what to say. Feeling pretty sad right about now.   

  

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