This week I have been blessed with some wonderful moments of sharing with some of the youth I met at my daily work. What we have we share, love and life stories.
Stories of how these particular youngsters ended up in Sweden. Their way. Their sacrifice. Their loss. Their sorrows. Their gratefulness and their fears.
What I see..is their strength.
Young boys (the majority are boys) who already lived a life time of a hundred years, experienced more pain, separation and heartbreak than most of us ever will.
Boys who have seen their cities, houses, childhood memories being torn apart, shattered, destroyed in front of their eyes.
Incredible, wonderful boys who have already felt too much hurt in separation and partings from family, friends and loved ones.
Young boys who are no longer boys, but have become men, with a lost childhood.
These boys came with the boats. The same kind of boat that goes down in the mediterranian sea. Thousands of people lost on the waves. These boats contains boys that could have been at my work today. At school. In my life.
Lost boys who disappeared.
Lost boys looking for life.
I am so blessed!
Because I am safe. Because i am born in the “right” country. Because I haven’t yet lived through these kinds of situations as these boys.
But mostly I am blessed because I every day get the chance to meet these young men. These young, beautiful, strong, sensitive men, who did not deserve this.
Our meetings are filled with sharing of life stories, affection, guidance on their journey into this new, different society and humbleness towards life.
I am learning so much. Loving so much.
I am blessed because I get the opportunity to love them.
These boys came across the sea.
They took the road of death, to find freedom, opportunity, a future. They lived.
The ones who died are now in my prayers. Lord have mercy on their souls.
These boys came across the sea…
..and today, they are all part of me!
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