Soft spring light falls unhindered through the window—on the sixth floor there are no trees to block the sun. Abraham sits low on a sofa against the wall, papers spread out on the coffee table in front of him. He is wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt and jeans and has black slide sandals on over his socks. He leans forward to read the piece of paper in his weathered hand, an index finger helping him keep his place as he sounds out each word.
Across from Abraham, Everett crosses his legs in a wooden kitchen chair. He is wearing a blue button-down shirt tucked into slacks. It matches the sky outside the window. He listens patiently as Abraham reads and only leans in toward the coffee table to help if he asks. Abraham and Everett have been meeting like this—over papers spread out on a coffee table—for more than ten years. “I have learned many good things from Everett,” Abraham says with a smile.
The two men met in 2004 in one of World Relief DuPage/Aurora’s English classes for refugees. Abraham, who is from Liberia, had just been resettled in Wheaton after fleeing his home with his wife and four of their children 15 years before. He was learning English for the first time. Everett had recently retired and returned to Illinois with his wife after teaching in international schools for many years. He wanted to find a way to use his gifts in retirement, so he began volunteering as an ESL classroom aide.
Some might call this timing a coincidence. To Abraham and Everett it seems like providence.
For four years, they got to know each other during weekly English classes, and in 2008 Abraham wanted to begin studying for his U.S. citizenship exam and interview. Everett volunteered to meet him outside of class once a week to practice. For 18 months they studied together, and in October 2009, Abraham passed both his interview and exam and became a U.S. citizen.
“It was such an exciting day, and afterward I asked Abraham if he wanted to keep meeting,” Everett recalls. “He said, of course!” Now, it has been ten years and they’ve never stopped.
On this particular day, Abraham is reading part of his life story. For the past few weeks he has been recounting it for Everett, beginning when he was born in Liberia in 1924 all the way through to becoming a U.S. citizen. Everett recorded and typed the story so that Abraham could practice reading it and share it with his grandchildren. After finishing several pages, Abraham retreats to the kitchen to boil water for tea and to make hard-boiled eggs and toast. While he waits, Everett pulls out his tablet to play some Liberian music—Abraham’s favorite. “Abraham has helped me gain an appreciation for Liberian culture,” Everett says. “It’s so important to meet people from different places, so you’re not basing your opinions about that group on stereotypes.”
Abraham returns with the tea and the two men sit in silence as they drink it. The clock on the wall next to the window ticks faithfully. In the space of only two hours, Abraham and Everett have laughed together, shared in hospitality and served one another, and sat in this comfortable silence, just enjoying one another’s presence. If these aren’t the markers of true friendship, what is? Before they end their weekly meeting, Abraham confirms this. “He’s my very best friend,” he says of Everett. And Everett smiles from across the coffee table.
Are you interested in building a friendship like Everett & Abraham’s? Right now, over a dozen refugees and immigrants are waiting to be matched with an in-home English tutor. Apply on our website today.
In 2016, when Gao Guanghua arrived in the U.S. after spending years as a refugee in Thailand, you were there to walk alongside him. As a community of volunteers and donors, you helped Gao find a doctor who speaks his language, gain access to subsidized senior housing, connect with new friends in the community, and more.
Gao Guanghua’s story began long before he became a refugee, and long before his path intersected with World Relief. He shared a small part of that story from his apartment near Chinatown. Click the image below to read some of Gao's story in his own words.
“There’s a defining moment in life when you have to decide if you have the faith to make the jump,” Scheri tells us. She is a petite woman from Chile, and her story is indicative of faith and consistently learning to “make the jump.”
Recently, Scheri received a car through World Relief’s vehicle donation program. It was quite a victory for her, because Scheri is handicapped and uses a wheelchair, which has made transportation a challenge.
In addition to limited physical accessibility, another challenge for disabled people in the U.S. is finding jobs that can adequately support them. For Scheri, this has been even more complicated because she is a Dreamer, a term that describes individuals who were brought to the U.S. as children and may be protected under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals policy, or DACA. Scheri’s parents brought her to the U.S. when she was two years old. Now, she is 29.
When DACA was implemented in 2012 Scheri says, “it was like I was in an ocean and finally came up for a breath of air.” Finally, she could work legally and find a job to support herself, even though she is still not eligible for disability services as a Dreamer. Despite this improvement, Scheri is still frustrated and unsatisfied with the instability of her status and the way some politicians use immigration and policies like DACA as a way to further other interests. “We are not a bargaining chip!” she exclaims. Scheri talks about how hard it is to live your life when immigration law is constantly changing and you are never sure when you will still have a work permit and when you won’t. Dreamers are forced to live in the “now,” to work with what is right in front of them. But though her long-term goals have been affected by things she can’t control, Scheri still has several short-term goals that keep her motivated.
Scheri tells us that her independence has always been very important to her, and it’s easy to see why. In 2016 she left a difficult situation at home and set out on her own for the first time. She lived in several different shelters while she continued looking for work that would cover all of her expenses, and recently moved into her first apartment.
After finding a job and an apartment, the next challenge was transportation. Before receiving a car from World Relief, Scheri took the bus to her job at Walmart. But even in this challenge, there is a victory that she is really proud of. At first, the bus stop was some way down the road from the store, which meant she had to navigate snow and ice to get from the store to the bus stop, and waiting for long periods outside even caused her to get frostbite. Scheri worked with the store manager to get the bus stop moved closer to the building, ultimately helping other employees and customers who were taking the bus to the store.
Scheri learned about World Relief and their services for immigrants and refugees from a friend at her church who works for World Relief, and she found out about the car donation program while working with Sasha, one of World Relief’s employment counselors. Sasha helped Scheri complete the process to receive not just a car, but one that was designed specifically to allow her to drive with her disability. Mobility Works, a company that outfits cars for drivers who use wheelchairs, made the modifications to the donated car. Scheri describes the changes, saying, “Now there are some levers up by the steering wheel, so that I don’t have to use my feet to drive.” Her church helped pay for part of the adjustments, and she paid for the rest.
Now, Scheri has her own apartment and is continuing to work for her independence. She gives other people rides to work or home whenever she can, because she knows what it is like to not have the freedom that your own transportation affords. She is also attending community college and is only five classes away from getting her Associate’s Degree. After that she hopes to transfer to Aurora University to study psychology. “I want to help other women who are also going through struggles and be a shoulder for them, because of the emotional impacts that I have had in my own life,” she shares.
But for now, Scheri is grateful and excited about her new car. It gives her the freedom to travel to school and work without having to rely on public transportation, and it also allows her to bless others in her life by giving rides to friends and coworkers. “Also, I think the car just goes with me,” she laughs. “I love my little blue car!”
"When I was a refugee, I also learned a lot from using the internet at home: video editing, graphic design, how to run a business, coding, apps. A little bit here, a little bit there. That’s how I learned, and eventually that’s how this restaurant happened..."
Unable to work legally as refugees in Malaysia, Alif and his family forged their own path. When they arrived in Chicago, you helped him find employment. Last month we spoke with Alif about his latest entrepreneurial project in Chicago: Tea Leaf Garden.
Click the image below to read Alif's story in an interactive format, complete with pictures, maps, and more!
In parts of Ethiopia, Rwanda, and the Democratic Republic of Congo there is a practice called bride kidnapping. A man abducts and rapes a woman, and then forces her to marry him in order to avoid cultural shame. In some cases, if a man’s first wife dies, he may choose to abduct her younger sister to be his second bride, because this means he will not have to pay the family a second dowry.
Thanks to one woman, there is a refugee camp in Tanzania where this horrific practice no longer occurs.
In 1996, the First Congo War, which has earned the nickname Africa’s First World War, was raging between Zaire (now called the Democratic Republic of Congo), Uganda, and Rwanda. Kiza’s province in Eastern Zaire was the most hotly contested area, so at 11 years old she fled home with her family, crossed Lake Tanganyika into Tanzania and settled in Nyarugusu refugee camp.
Kiza grew up in the camp, along with over 100,000 other refugees. She attended and graduated from high school, and later she began working as a teacher in the camp. She met her husband and was married, and she gave birth to five children in the camp clinic.
A few years ago, the UN announced that they needed volunteers to serve as representatives for refugees living in Nyarugusu’s many villages. Kiza volunteered to be a women’s representative. “In Congo, women could not speak in front of the men,” Kiza remembers. Through her job as a women’s representative, she learned about women’s rights and found her voice.
Kiza trained in conflict management and mediation, and she helped resolve small disputes and disagreements between community members. “If a husband and wife were fighting, I brought people from the community together to talk to them about their disagreement.” If someone made an allegation of rape or another more serious crime, Kiza would refer the case to more senior community leaders.
When Kiza heard about cases of bride kidnapping, she knew she had to do something. Kiza, along with the other community representatives and the camp’s religious leaders, both Christian pastors and Muslim imams met together. After many hours of discussion, everyone agreed that this practice was wrong, and together they committed to change their traditions. “Now,” Kiza says proudly, “this doesn’t happen in the camp anymore. Now every woman knows she has a voice.”
In 2017, after almost 20 years in Nyarugusu, Kiza and her family were accepted for resettlement in the U.S. Just a few months after arriving in Aurora, Kiza was already looking for ways to champion women’s rights in her new home and community. “There are women everywhere,” she declares, “so I knew I could make a difference in America, too!”
For now, she is focused on encouraging other Congolese and African women like herself. She wants to help them thrive in their new home, but she also wants them to use their transition to the U.S. as an opportunity to hold on to the beautiful traditions of their culture and let go of practices that are destructive. “Even though we are in America, we don’t want to lose our culture, she says. “It’s very important to keep [the good traditions] and not be ashamed to be African.”
Life in the refugee camp was filled with difficulty, and Kiza’s new life in the U.S. has challenges of its own. But her prayer for women in both places is the same: “I hope women will learn that they can speak what is in their heart.”
Most economists agree that immigration is a net benefit for the U.S. economy, with immigrants filling labor shortages and taking jobs that complement the positions of American workers. But while it’s one thing to read this in a book or newspaper article, it’s far more compelling to see it playing out first hand in our own community.
At World Relief, we work closely with 50 companies through our employment referral and job skills mentorship programs, and over the past five years we have placed refugees and immigrants in positions at over 400 companies. Recently, we sat down with Steve Laing, a human resources manager at Smithfield Foods, to talk about the important role immigrants play in their workforce.
Smithfield Foods is a $15 billion global food company with operations in five countries and more than 54,000 employees. Laing oversees human resources at their St. Charles plant, which is the largest dry sausage facility in the United States. Production employees process and package products like genoa salami and other sausage products on two shifts.\
As a people-oriented company, Smithfield prides itself on being an “employer of choice.” This means that they provide their employees with full benefits and opportunities for advancement. Smithfield also offers their employees unique benefits like tuition assistance for employees furthering their education. “Our employees can make this a career,” Laing says.
Rett Janzen, World Relief’s Employment Services Manager, adds that, “Smithfield offers refugees a job with benefits that pays a living wage. This allows them to provide for their families and maintain a higher quality of life than a job that pays closer to minimum wage.” He tells the story of a refugee woman from Central Africa who began working at Smithfield several years after arriving in the United States. She and her husband saved the additional income from her new job to buy their first home. “That would have been out of reach for them if they were working minimum wage jobs,” Janzen says. The goal of the World Relief Employment Services team is to build relationships with even more companies like Smithfield, so that refugees and immigrants have better opportunities to advance their careers and improve their quality of life in the United States.
World Relief has a long relationship with Laing. More than 10 years ago he needed to hire 45 employees in a short period of time to complete a seasonal job at his previous company. He learned about World Relief online and met with the employment team to fill the positions. He was so impressed with the work ethic of the refugees he hired that when he began working for Smithfield five years ago, he continued utilizing World Relief’s referral program to fill openings.
Laing mentions that the meat processing industry has been experiencing a mild labor shortage recently, but this has not affected Smithfield’s St. Charles plant. “Refugees and immigrants are playing a valuable role within our company.” Laing says. “Immigrants have a good work ethic, they want to do well, and they are teamwork oriented.”
World Relief’s relationship with Smithfield is not unique. Human resource managers from dozens of the companies we work with affirm that they utilize our referral services, not out of a sense of charity, but for very practical reasons. They have open positions, and they want to fill them with the best workers. “I just want to find the best candidate.” Laing says. “For every refugee I interview, I probably interview 3-4 non-refugees. I hire refugees 3-to-1 because they are often the best candidates.”
Over the last five years, Laing has hired approximately 45 refugees through World Relief’s referral service. Most of them had already been in the United States for one to three years and spoke English well (a requirement for many positions at Smithfield), but were underemployed in their previous job. “They appreciate the stability and opportunity to provide for their families,” Laing says, “and we appreciate their enthusiasm and work ethic.”
Janzen says, “Many of the individuals we have referred to positions at Smithfield are still there years later because of the tremendous opportunities for growth.” At World Relief, we are so thankful to partner with great companies like Smithfield that offer refugees and immigrants stable jobs with a living wage and the opportunity to build a career. And the companies we work with appreciate having a reliable source of qualified candidates to fill their open positions.
Christmas is a special time at World Relief. Students in our Education program celebrate the season with a potluck, singing, and dancing just before classes break for the holiday. It is a perfect opportunity for students to share about the unique Christmas and holiday traditions they have developed all around the world.
Through the ministry of World Relief, people born around the world and those born here in the U.S. are building friendships and sharing cherished traditions and life experiences. This sharing together can enrich all our lives. Here, Cheryce Berg, one of World Relief’s volunteers, reflects on how learning about unique Christmas traditions from Ukraine and Burma has enhanced her own experience of the Christmas season as she celebrates Jesus’ birth.
Much to my surprise, I find myself wishing I could spend a Christmas in Burma.
I would need to arrive on November 30 for Sweet December. I would want to be well rested from the long flight (because sleep is scarce during Sweet December), carrying bags of candy and small gifts (to be distributed widely), and geared up for feasting on water buffalo meat. My vocal cords would need to be warmed up for hours of carol singing and my bag packed with camping gear. But most importantly, my heart, soul, mind, and strength would need to be ready to fully worship and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ my Savior. For hours and hours. With entire congregations and their neighbors.
It would be nothing like my normal routine as November tips into December—that of gift shopping and tree-chopping, party hosting and mail posting.
I’m reflecting on these differences as I chat with World Relief’s ESL students in the basement of College Church. Some of the students I’m talking with are from Burma, of Chin and Karen ethnicity. The others are from Ukraine.
My new friends from Ukraine are all young women who look like they could be teenagers, but tell me they are married and have toddlers. In Ukraine, December 19th is St. Nicholas Day, and their toddlers will awake to discover presents under their pillows. I am concerned about gifts too large to fit under pillows, but they reassure me that those gifts may be placed next to their beds.
They skip right through December 24th and celebrate Christmas Eve on January 6th, followed by Christmas Day January 7th. There are no presents under the pillows on this day. But there is lots of food: twelve dishes, one representing each of Jesus’ disciples. For the Greek Catholics, there is no meat or fat but rather fish, potatoes, and other items I don’t recognize.
And instead of just saying, “Merry Christmas”, one greets another with “Christ is Born”, to which the other responds, “Glory to Him!” (all in Ukrainian, of course). I delight in the reminder of why Christmas is merry in the very words of their greeting.
All three of these young women will celebrate Christmas this year here with their husbands’ families, while missing their own mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters back home. They bravely came here as young brides to escape conflict in Ukraine.
My heart aches for them as they wonder if and when they will see their own families again. Tears form in the eyes of one as she tells me she will call her mother on Christmas. I wish later that I would have given her a mother’s hug before she walked back to her classroom.
I next meet four refugees from Burma, one from the Karen culture and three from the Chin culture. They too have family members spread across the globe and will be missing home at Christmas.
These friends introduce to me “Sweet December.” I hear how on November 30th Burmese Christians of all cultures stay awake into the early morning of December 1st singing, worshipping, playing, and dancing. The youth group (which broadly includes anyone under the age of 35!) walks door-to-door singing Christmas carols. At midnight everyone chants, “Sweet December! Sweet December! Sweet December!” three times to welcome in the month of Jesus’ birth.
Early in the morning of December 25th they gather again at church. Some are in charge of killing a water buffalo to prepare for the mid-day feast. They open the day with a service of prayer and then eat a giant potluck meal of rice, goat, chicken, pork, beef, bananas, and oranges, plus the freshly roasted water buffalo meat. Banana leaves double as plates. After feasting, they spend hours just playing—children and grown-ups alike. I try to imagine my own church congregation just playing together and can’t.
After playing, they distribute presents to everyone—mostly just pieces of candy, but sometimes shirts, jackets, pants, notebooks, pens, Bibles, or even slippers. Then there is singing and the telling of the story of Jesus’ birth. The celebration continues all the way until midnight. In the warmer valley villages, the people camp around their tiny churches throughout the days surrounding Christmas to continue celebrating. The cooler mountain dwellers sleep at home but return to church early and stay late.
And what’s more: the celebration includes people from the entire village—not just those of the specific church! Everyone is welcome. Catholics, Baptists, and Buddhists join together in the festivities.
I ask how their celebration is different now that they live here, wondering where one finds a water buffalo to roast. “There is no room to play,” they lament.
A Chin pastor writes, “I imagined that ‘How wonderful the Christmas celebration in USA would be?’… But I found out that the actual Christmas Day was very personal without celebration and I was in shock. My first day of Christmas in USA was the most lonely day in my entire life… We had only a small candle light service on Christmas Eve. I enjoyed it but it was so quiet, short and simple. After the end of the service people went home themselves not staying long in the church… I found out that we, the Chin Christians, have no money to spend but have plenty of time to enjoy. Christians in United States have money but have no time to enjoy their life.”
As I prepare for Christmas this year, I ask myself, “How do I love the Lord my God with all my heart and soul and mind and strength? And who is my neighbor?” I think I know the answer. Now if I can just master Ukrainian or hunt down a water buffalo…
By Cheryce Berg, World Relief Volunteer
“We are now without a country.”
My friend Sasha and I listen as a beautiful South American* family tells a story entangled with hardship and hope. Renata*, the mother, has just told us that their government is destroying all official documents—such as birth certificates—of their fleeing citizens. She, along with her husband Andrés and two children Mateo and Isabella, escaped violence and persecution, but were not able to apply for protection from the U.S. until after their arrival here.
They are waiting, and we call them “asylum seekers.”
Waiting, for them, is active. Renata—once a litigator and accountant—is taking a tax accreditation course and hopes to find work as an accountant.. Andrés—former owner of a glassware company—received help from World Relief to find a job at a meat packing company while getting his GED. He supports his wife’s education and is saving to start a business. Mateo—once a university student—is working and has applied for financial aid to help fund his own education. He dreams of one day becoming a pilot. Isabella, the youngest, is enrolled in middle school and violin lessons.
Why did they leave what they had in South America?
Mateo answers, “We wouldn’t be here if our government were good. In my country we were pretty comfortable, but the government destroyed everything. They don’t care about people. There was no food and no medicine. We raised our voice but they have guns to attack any person who raised their voice against them. The reason we got out was because we were in political activity against the government and they were threatening us. They wanted to find us and kill us. We have evidence.”
Renata’s voice breaks in, explaining that each neighborhood was controlled by a para-military unit. She and Andrés were speaking out against the government, but those who protest are identified, arrested, tortured, and sometimes killed. After their son Mateo was followed home from school by an armed soldier, they knew their lives were in danger.
They packed up everything they had and traveled to the U.S. to apply for asylum. The kids thought they were just visiting as tourists. Renata and Andrés waited until they reached Miami to tell them that they were actually seeking asylum.
From there they traveled to Arkansas where a generous Mexican woman welcomed them into her home for six months. Renata eventually moved to the Chicago area ahead of the family to find better work. The church that provided her a place to sleep connected her with World Relief. With World Relief’s help, Renata found housing big enough for her family to join her, and connected with community resources that provided healthcare, clothing, counseling, transportation, and job opportunities.
I ask what their lives were like before all this—when their country was “normal”, as they refer to their memory of it.
They smile as they describe a free education and a warm and hospitable people. People in their country love to celebrate everything—even the birthday of a pet! Celebrations welcome all and include food, drink, dancing, music, and joking—with everyone talking at once, something I notice even now as I scramble to take notes. The family interrupts each other in a friendly way, their words tumbling over each other in their eagerness to speak.
My mouth waters as they describe the foods of home while Renata disappears to the kitchen to cook for us. Isabella describes arepas: flat fried cornmeal patties with flavorful meat and melted cheese between. We look up pictures of empanadas (dough folded over fillings of meat and cheese and then fried) and tequeños (sticks of fried dough with melted cheese inside).
I hear of their country’s wealth of oil—higher than anywhere else in the world. I see pictures of a bridge near their city, high enough for oil rigs to go under and five miles long, the longest in the world. And they boast of the world’s highest waterfall which Isabella shows me on her phone and I recognize from the animated movie Up.
But now inflation, food shortages, and political oppression have changed everything, and made emigration inevitable.
I ask the family if they feel welcome here in their new community.
The children answer first, again speaking at the same time. “We feel welcome because the people here are very nice. They always say hi, good morning, good afternoon, goodnight. They have manners. They are pretty good people. That’s why we feel welcome here.” Andrés speaks up, his voice overflowing with gratitude. “It’s a free country. We have so many options to make our future better in this country. This country is blessed. America gave us the chance to come here.”
“We are living in a movie here. My friend says to me—‘When you come here, you will live in a movie’—and it is true. We are living in a movie.”
I think back to Isabella’s picture of the waterfall and the movie Up. In that movie, life is upended for both cranky old Carl and earnest young Russell, but with redirected dreams comes unexpected joy.
I hope that for this beautiful family.
*The names of this family have been changed and the name of their country left out for their safety.
Note: Since this story was written Renata and her family have been granted asylum, which means that they will be allowed to remain in the U.S. and rebuild their lives with the same rights and privileges as other recognized refugees.
“We come from a country in conflict, where we can be killed or raped at any moment. It’s a country where the government does not think about the governed, a country where injustice reigns, where the rich become richer and the poor poorer, and where human rights are not respected.”
Myrrha, her husband, and their three children are from the Democratic Republic of Congo, a country in central Africa that has been at war for over 20 years. Because they lived in Kinshasa, the capital, they were able to avoid the dangers of conflict for a long time. Myrrha had an MA in Public Health and a good job, and her husband worked in IT logistics. But in 2012, the conflict crept closer to Kinshasa.
Food prices soared. “You could go to buy bread one day, and the next day the price was double,” Myrrha remembers. Innocent civilians were killed in the streets and homes were broken into. Myrrha and her husband decided they would apply to emigrate to the U.S. Two years, several interviews, and mountains of paperwork later, they received their visas and arrived in Chicago in October 2016.
“Now the difficulty starts,” Myrrha continues. Because they had spent much of their savings applying for their visas, they only had a small amount left to restart their lives. They found an apartment, enrolled their two older children in school, and Myrrha’s husband found a job packaging food. But the stress of moving halfway around the world, and the uncertainty of the future began to take a toll.
Myrrha developed joint pain, chronic headaches, and severe back pain. She became unable to walk or to pick up her baby daughter. “I wanted to die,” Myrrha’s voice quiets. “I wanted to move back to Congo, but I didn’t come here for myself. I came here for my children.”
But then Myrrha learned about World Relief’s free English classes and Early Childhood program at College Church. Even though walking was difficult, she was determined to attend. She remembers in the early weeks of class, before her health improved, how volunteers would carry her baby daughter for her, making sure she was safe. “English class was the first time I went outside and met other people,” her face lights up again. “It gave me something to accomplish. It gave me hope.”
Through one of the volunteers in her class, Myrrha and her family were connected to Glen Ellyn Covenant Church, another one of World Relief’s church partners, which has become a strong network of support for them. “They are like my family. I did not choose them, but they love me.”
For Myrrha, World Relief’s ESL classes were not only a place to improve her English, but also a portal to connections and friendships that have enriched every part of her family’s life. Thinking about all of the ways their life is better now than when they arrived two years ago, she says, “I see how Christ is with me and my family, showing us the way. Now I smile. Before, I couldn’t smile.” And she beams.
By Dan Peterson
All around us at World Relief stories are coming together and creating a new fabric of human experience. The stories of the people we serve here reflect the hardest realities of living in our world, but in the midst of their pain, they still hold a great vision for the future.
I have met many such people. Too many to count. And a great tragedy is that their voices, when they are needed the most, can be heard the least. Their voices call me to see something greater on the horizon. They speak to me about a vision that sees beyond a typical understanding of success to a vision of transformative community.
I sat in the living room of a recent refugee from Sudan. She is a wife and a mother of four. Her family had been in the U.S. for eight days and I was meeting with them to talk about how they envisioned this new life before them. We worked through my usual questions and became acquainted. Finally, we landed on the most challenging question: “What are your goals now that you are here in America?” She paused for a moment, looked into my eyes, and through an interpreter said, “I will reach a point where I can give back to the community. I will help those who have allowed me to come here.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Here was a woman who had lost everything when she was forced to run for her life, and yet even before she was able to provide for her own needs she was seeing far beyond what would occupy my mind. Her American dream was for a community, lifted up through the efforts of its members, and she was determined to be part of that movement.
We often have assumptions about the immigrant journey. Even people like myself, who are working directly with our new neighbors, hold these assumptions. It is easy to assume that an immigrant’s primary focus must be to improve their own life. When immigrants enter a country that will provide them with better opportunities, we expect them to be thinking only of their own family. Yet, this often isn’t the case. Many of the immigrants I have worked with express a larger vision that sees beyond what is ‘normal’ and into what is communal.
Another man speaking about his efforts to start and maintain various businesses both here and in his home country in Africa told me, “We have received so much from this community, so we have to reinvest in the community. We cannot only see for us, but beyond—for others. This is my vision. We can see beyond and have generational and community impact through our business and work effort.”
The stories of these new Americans will continue to evolve and shape the larger story around them. I am thankful for the great vision of my new neighbors who inspire me to lift my eyes to see beyond what is ‘normal’ and to see the ways that I too can give to my community.
Their stories can challenge each of us to shift our vision beyond our own personal circumstances. These immigrant voices can remind us of the great American experiment that has propelled our country for the past two centuries. This is the dream that our communities can rise to greater heights as we acknowledge our interdependence regardless of race, ethnicity or creed— that all people can belong and contribute. If you find yourself caught by this vision of seeing beyond, find out how you can join this movement by partnering with World Relief.