Simple enough it began in Oxford at the Catholic Worker House and ended in South London with side trips to London tidge and Angel Islington! A simple breakfast & packing my things for what has become a too often journey - one place to another laden down with heavy bags - the original arrangement reneged late in the game.
Could you help m write a letter for asylum in English? This ousting the time for going to help at the soup kitchen.
Then to the Oxford
London tube bus. Briefly I spoke with a young man on the bus who turned out to be have just
gradated. Later guiding me from the bus, including
carrying a heavy bag of mine, he shared his next step it medical school.
It struck me, wouldn't it be nice if he worked with 'Doctors Without Borders.' Literally 2 seconds later unprompted he told me that his goal was the work with
Medecins sin
Frontieres aka Doctors without Borders. What a wonderful chance
occurrence.
Then the fun began. I had arranged to meet up with two Brit gentlemen. As I made my way
through London on the tube and later
DLR, I hauled my heavy bags - encountering obstacles -
time was fast running out to meet my Brit friends.
Finally I reached the hostel in
Woolwich Arsenal. Quick check in & back to central London.
My first meet up with Arnold from the Jesuit Refugee Services was full of good conversation and perspective. I am here to help[ out
asylum seekers in a system resplendent with obstacles, inconsistency and ...
I next made my way to Angel tube station to meet Steve, a wonderful Brit who eschewed an IT career to help those in need. Following Steve's lead I ordered a veggie burger. Such goof fortune - how tasty & as he said to me: "It's good for you!"
We watched the France v. Mexico game. Steve kindly explained much of the game to me. I have been reading daily & listening carefully to my Ethiopian friend's explanations.
On my long journey back to
Woolwich, I stopped off at a
Weatherspoons to access the net. Lo & behold I
found myself in the midst of English, Scots and Welsh. Who would I side with? Their question. My goal - keeping my head down!
Arriving back at the hostel finally, I was met first by an Italian I had met the prior week and then a young Estonian lad as well. Both were
full of enthusiasm at my return - how kind.
Still awake, I made my way to the main room
of the hostel to check email & compose my amazing day. As I wrote, the manager, a young man from Sweden, came by & handed me a chocolate treat.
That act in a sense summarized my day. I was surrounded by goodness, a treat to be sure.
Now, how do we alert the world - there is a better way?