On November 26th we had a Socratic Seminar. I learnt from this experience on how hard it was to speak up when there are alot of people. Also I noticed that when there are alot of people talking some people hind in the corner. Perhaps I could improve my not only talking but inviting people in.
“I’m so proud of you!” My father exclaimed.” We started off as a poor family, and look at you, raising a family.”
I had just finished my daily work as an EMT. My father had come to visit from the countryside, he wanted to stay with my family for a night. My two children and wife were at home waiting for me, so we could have some cheep but delicious Chinese dim sum cuisines for dinner.
Today was a day which I had in mind for the past month. A friend and father had came to visit us, travelling long and far. We met up at a local side street restaurant and ate an enjoyable meal. After we filled our selves with hand-garnished traditional, it was time for my father to leave. There were many tears that were shed, we all knew that it would be a long time before we would see my father again.
On the way home all of us were silent, we were all very silent, knowing that tomorrow was not going to be a good day. All of us had to go and see my wife’s sister, a very talkative and arrogant woman.
After 10 minutes into arriving home. I suddenly remembered that I had left my computer in the office. No I thought, It is going to be scary going in their all alone. I know I am an adult, but this is the one thing I could never face alone.
I knew I had to go and retrieve it or else I would get yelled at my boss for not finishing the work he assigned me on filing the amount of injuries that took place this month.
I sauntered back into my navy blue Sabura, started the engine, and I was off again, on the road. I walked into the office carrying my flash light. The minute I switched it on, a voice screamed, it sounded blurred and muffled but high pitched yelp. Is my flash light that dementing? I thought to my self.
Then suddenly the ground started to shake violently, I desperately scrambled to the door, jumped into my car, and slammed on the gas. I could see many other drivers desperately trying to escape the tragic nightmare which was rumbling the city to the grounds.
Slowly when my senses started coming back to me, I started to notice that I was in a full scale earthquake, everything was shaking madly, walls were falling lights were dropping. I drove as fast as I could. I needed to get back to my family QUICK! A police car was driving beside me, I thought it was going to pull me over, but it turned out that it was also trying get away from the earthquake.
Was my family going to be okay, are they all going to be safe?!
Arriving at my house, I could see that my whole family was outside, staring with awe at the huge towering buildings collapsing like a tin can being crushed with a tank. I beckoned frantically at them to get into the car. After everyone was safely in the car. I drove off at maximum speed to wherever we could go.
I was just passing a huge building when suddenly, the wall gave way and came smashing down on us. My son’s leg was smashed and grazed badly, also the car couldn’t be used since it was buried in a mountainous and dusty pile of debris. We managed to
I tried desperately to help my son using techniques which I learnt from 4 years of training. Wrapping his legs with my shirt, I saw him out of the tip of my eye, a small tear swelling up on his eye. He is such a brave boy, even I would cry with this much pain, yet he doesn’t.
We knew it was time to start getting some rest, it was getting late and my son was in no condition to do any moving activities. These are the times when fathers have to fight tears back, when your loved ones is severely injured yet persevering to carry on in life. We searched for places where shelter could be provided.
CRASH CRASH CRASH!!! The whole world was shaking again. I woke my whole family up, and started running away, as fast as our legs could get us. The minute we were in safety, it was no longer a question on whether we should stay or leave.
“MY DECISION IS FINAL WE ARE LEAVING!” I shouted to my wife. Nobody appeared to object afterwards.
We made it out of the city that night, looking at the buildings that we use to call home, and the places that our family would spend time at during the weekends. I could see the tears that were rolling out of my wife’s eyes, and before I knew it we were both weeping silently, even my little daughter was speechless.
After sauntering till the end of time, we arrived at a small refugee camp. It appeared to be well sanitized and clean. The minute we stumbled in seeking the basic needs of life, these people wearing blue shirts ran up to us, and guided us to a counter. Here they made us state our name, age, and occupation. The second I wrote down EMT on the occupation list, I was ushered into a small tent, leaving my family behind.
Due to the bright light it took me a while for my eyes to adjust, but when I saw what the people in tent’s condition was I was absolutely devastated. All of them were in critical condition. The woman who guided me here, explained that we needed people like me to help save these lives. I immediately got my hands cracking, rushing from bed to bed, helping the wounded. Although I was very tired and worried. I forced myself to stay in a positive mood, this was one of the first things I was taught in EMT training. You must seem happy and positive to help the patient feel better.
After about two hours, I was absolutely exhausted. Sauntering out of the tent, I saw my family sitting on what looked like a bench. They saw me and ran over, they told me that we were to remain here for the next 2 months, and not leave this camp whatsoever. I was about to argue, but when I looked into my wife’s eyes, everything was explained.
For the next few weeks the routines were same. Every morning I would wake up and try to help the injured for 6 hours, the rest of the time, I could spend with my family. My wife was assigned the job of cooking meals for the people at the camp. So our children were put into a day care, where volunteers would take care of young children, under the age of 7. Every once in a while I would see a person in a severely critical condition an inch from death. Just looking at these makes me think. What have we done so wrong for god to curse us like this. My wife and I would constantly worry about how to restart our future, we don’t have enough money to buy another house, car, ETC. If we don’t get money from donations, we may have to change our lives drastically.
I don’t know how long I am going to be stuck here, as a matter of fact nobody does. But no matter how mad these conditions are and how harsh it can be, we all must think to the positive side, look at the world and try to think how much worse your life could have been. I was very fortunate for me and my whole family to be spared, unlike many other unfortunate people who were just like us, trying to escape from the angry land monster.
1. What are the most important needs of refugees right now?
Right now the most important needs for a refugee is to have food, water, and a good shelter. Refugees escaping there war corrupted country have been traveling for a life time, and they are not only extremely tired but are suffering from extreme injuries, and are in need of medical attention.
2.How can governments of countries around the world provide those needs?
Countries can provide these needs by asking from citizens for a favor to open their houses and households, for the homeless refugees. Medical attention should be provided by the UN committee.
3. If you were one of the leaders in one of the countries where the refugees are going, how would you balance the needs of the refugees with the needs of the people native your country?
I would open my country or community to those who have a good education, and experience on the working field. Also I would open for those who are in a critical condition and are either very sick or very hurt. If I make these people