I found myself wondering how I would’ve handled the same situation, fleeing my homeland with nothing but the clothes on my back, and worrying about my loved ones. My first meeting with the newcomers took place a year ago when they arrived at the Calgary International Airport.
A couple of things struck me on that December night. For instance, the number of locals that were present to warmly greet the Refugees surprised me. There were “Welcome To Canada” signs, bags of winter clothing, and toys for the kids, and plenty of smiles for everyone. Some of the refugees even had family members, already established in Calgary, on hand to welcome them, hugging and crying.