Yesterday I had a bad day. I was exhausted, overwhelmed grumpy, cold and generally irritated with everything. The wool sock campaign all seemed too much, life seemed too much…AND I have to start my tax return, especially as I’m going to Calais at the end of the month.
I needed help to move out of that space. And it came, not in the way I had expected because it seldom does, but it came in the guise of an incredibly moving piece of writing by my friend Alexa, who wrote about her day at the Dunkirk refugee camp.
By the second paragraph I was in tears, by the end I was simultaneously weeping and utterly determined to do all I can to contribute to changing a world where this is possible
Dunkirk is the ‘forgotten’ refugee camp, where most aid or infrastructure is prevented from entering the camp by French police. In the wind and rain, tents are being blown down, families are living in utterly desperate squalor and cold, with no way of heating anything, even a cup of water. Whilst her account brought me to tears, it made me equally determined to do anything I can personally do to help in any way. If its wool socks, then its wool socks, if it’s taking simple home made remedies to help people’s health, then so be it. If it’s raising awareness of the desperate situation..then I’ll do that. If it’s campaigning against war and praying for peace, I’ll do that.
There’s always something I can do. There’s always something anyone can do. Even opening a conversation with someone about the situation raises awareness.
For now, I’m collecting woollen socks and booking my ferry ticket
It’s the least I can do.
Will you help?