I was once a traveller, lost, alone.
A stranger welcomed me
Took me into their home.
Fed me, offered up their their bed.
But when I offered them money
They would not accept it, instead
They returned my thanks
With kindness & smiles,
As humanity smiled deep in their eyes.
Photo. 1997, sat above the Pearl River near Hue, central Vietnam. I was travelling alone, 28 years old. In all my travels I only encountered kindness, welcome, friendship and curiosity...never animosity, distrust or suspicion. Perhaps we should view refugees, migrants, foreigners the same way.
