What can we do to help?

It’s goodbye season again; that time of year when many parents have recently sent their adult children off to school or jobs. While it is a season of renewal and excitement for young folks, it can also trigger feelings of loss and sadness for those of us with the empty bedrooms.
 But what do I really know about sorrow? Last week I enjoyed time at a beach, playing with my three-year-old grandson. I was thinking of another three-year-old boy on a far away beach; that profoundly moving photo.
 It was heartbreaking to hear his father interviewed. The poor man has no desire for a new life in a new country now. He has buried his wife and sons and wants to spend the rest of his life near their graves. Such is the power of love and loss. If I felt sad to see my grown son drive away to a new job, how does this man feel, to say goodbye to his three most important people, forever?
 I was lucky enough to spend some time at a couple of cottages this summer. One of them, had problems with the water supply and the fridge. The noisy pump, which brought water in from the lake, did not always function properly and for the first time, I experienced taps with no water. When the pump was functioning we boiled water to wash the dishes.
 Once home, basking in the luxury of hot and cold running water, we turned on our TV. We saw the images of all those refugees, those long lines of people, walking forever, carrying children, crawling under barbed wire, screaming in desperation when soldiers attempted to hold them back. How grateful would they be to have that cottage? Can we ever imagine how much they are suffering? Where are they getting their water? What are they eating?
 At a gathering earlier this summer, I heard someone remark, “I don’t know why we let those people into our country?” I am ashamed to admit that I was so taken aback that I said nothing. When we look back to the Second World War and recall the ships of Jews that Canada turned away, it seems unbelievable. So here we are again. How will we respond this time?
 Our world, our country has changed profoundly. The white/ English/French Ottawa that I grew up in during the 50’s and 60’s has disappeared. Ottawa, like most Canadian communities, is becoming increasingly multi-cultural.
 Once a month I volunteer at our local library, hosting an English conversation group for newcomers to Canada. It’s nothing fancy, just an opportunity for people to drop in and practice speaking English for an hour and a half.  I answer any questions they may have about Ottawa. We talk about food, families, their countries, and of course, Canada’s weather. At our last session one young man had taken a bus for an hour, just to attend the group.
 I’ve met people from many countries and heard many stories. These brave people have given up so much for the opportunity to come here and restart their lives. Last week I said goodbye to my son for a few months but these people have said good-bye to their country, their familiar surroundings and most painful of all, to their families.
 Here in Canada we are starting a new season. Along with the renewal of our usual fall activities, maybe we need to add a new item to our to do lists:
 What can we do to help these people?