Those Who Flee: North Korean Refugees

Those Who Flee: North Korean Refugees.

Just came across this and am posting to remind myself that I have an obligation to be happy and push myself to succeed, because there are people that need help all the time.

Simplicity in the eyes and ears of a child

This is one of my new favorite images.

With the ears of a child...

Eagerly taking in beauty

Not only because it contains some of my favorite people, but because of the memories I have attached to it. This is now a picture of who they really are and why I love them so much. Incidentally, this is my wife and son along with my sister on the left, listening to an acoustic guitar duo singing folk songs on a Laguna Beach street corner.

Let me share my memories with you.

After listening intently to the singer/musicians for a while, my son couldn’t resist anymore–he hopped down (as much as a 1-year-old can hop) and walked right up to them. He has always been enchanted with guitars, and the singer must of recognized it right away because he crouched down to let my son play his guitar.

A wild-looking, tatted beachcomber walked up and watched this for a moment. Smiling ear to ear, another onlooker said “I think he’s going to grow up to be a musician!” The tatted wanderer just kept smiling and said,

“He already is.”

At the right edge of the picture, you can barely see the waxing entrance of another beach-goer. She appears as if she has been here for years–decades. And many of those years have been unkind to her. She watched this scene with us for a while, until her smiles turned to tears. My wife came alongside her, in her tears also, and held her like a friend. She didn’t know what was happening in this woman’s heart. She didn’t need to–that’s the kind of person my wife is. Never before have I known someone who can peer into another soul so naturally.

The woman told us that this awestruck child was so beautiful and precious because it was evident he was loved so much…that he had a a precious mother who had given her son more in 10 minutes than she had received in her lifetime.

As we walk alongside hundreds of people every day who really know what quiet desperationis, take that extra moment to really look at someone. Dare yourself to see them as they are…and what they dream they could be. Remember that “It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

Grief and panic are inevitable, but hopeful

Today made me really pause and reflect on those events in our lives in which nothing can prepare us or help us through–we just have to go on through it.

In my blog entry Blessing of fear, I talked about fear in fiction, fantasy, or play helped children grow to cope through dealing with real fear later on. But sometimes there is nothing that can prepare a child, no coaching to guide them, and no delayed gratification that can incentivize them. But you the adult know (hopefully, theoretically) that they will be okay and this can turn into something that can help them later on.

You’ve probably seen something like this in the form of a small child’s first real separation from mom and dad. That one kid on the first day of kindergarten that absolutely panics when mom drops him/her off, clinging to her pant leg–“NOOOOOO!!!”

It’s almost comical to everyone on the outside because they know better. But that child is being devastated before our eyes. He has no past experience to draw from; no confidence to take care of himself; no reason to think everything will be ok. In the end you just have to pry him off and turn your back on him–walk out and know it will work out.

You’ve probably seen adults go through it too. When they are abandoned by their partners, betrayed by friends or family, lose a child, find out they’re terminally ill…

“Experience is a brutal teacher. By you learn–my god, you learn.”
Lewis, Shadowlands

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