Today I tried to carry out an ambitious idea that I had last Sunday, June 20th, on Refugee Awareness Day. I got the kids ready, looked up information about the nearby refugee programs, and took off. It didn't matter that I didn't know their office hours and no one was answering the phone. Yet, luckily, while on my way, I was smart enough to call multiple times before I actually went too far. To my disappointment, no one ever answered the phone. I made a few pit stops, hoping to eventually hear from them. Finally I recognized I probably shouldn't drive out to their main office in Arlington without at least knowing if they were open.
So, I guess this adventure will have to be completed some other time. I wonder if what it will end up being. Will we end up donating things? Or will it be more of a commitment, helping someone learn English? Or maybe our church's ministry, L2F Needs Network can adopt a refugee family. At least I can explore the options, right?
Maybe you guys can hold me accountable to following through with one of my many ideas!
Monday, June 28, 2010
In Search of the Refugee Resettlement Office
Labels:
Activism,
Culture,
Humanitarian Me,
Refugees,
Relationships
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