I thought I knew what to expect. I did my research. I talked to people who have been here. I mentally prepared.
Now I know that nothing nothing can prepare someone for this experience.
My first 24 hours have been an emotional rollercoaster.
On the one hand, I’ve met some of the most compassionate and resilient human beings I’ve ever encountered.
Sister Norma runs the triage operation at Catholic Charities that supports asylum-seekers released from detention.
Luis, Susana, and Lizzie run the bus stop operation that helps get immigrant families to their destinations throughout the U.S. and connect them with services.
Together, these humble heroes restored my faith in humanity and filled my spirit.
But I’ve also been overwhelmed by the sea of humanity around every corner from immigrant families who look just like ours– with babies that look just like ours.
Tonight the respite center was overflowing with weary families with nothing but the clothes on their back waiting patiently late into the night for a chance to speak to a loved one back home and maybe get a snack.
It’s cold and raining and as I tuck into my hotel bed, and I can’t help but think of the people I’ve met without a roof over their heads tonight.
Woodson called to check on me. He says it’s normal to be disoriented on your first day.
UPDATE: We’ve almost met our fundraising goal! You can help support asylum-seekers and immigrant families here: bit.ly/2AKSbYF 🙏🏽