By now you have seen the photo of the little boy on the beach laying in his red shirt and blue shorts. Aylan Kurdi, lifeless. We’ve seen many photos of Syrian, Kurdish, and other people who’ve recently tried to reach the northern Mediterranean countries by boat. We’ve read about the rich nations rejecting these refugees.

I can’t help but think of my family and their journeys by sea. My mother stayed stranded on a boat for 11 days without food or water. Several cousins drowned or were lost in their attempts to escape. Where would my mom be if that Norwegian ship hadn’t picked her up? Where would my parents be if the US rejected their application, as the Canadian Harper government did with the little boy’s family? It’s disheartening to see the same struggles 30 years on.

I’m doing what I can to serve the refugee population I’m connected to. But there are more people out there. I’m going to try to make some more room, grow some more food, feed some more people.