It was 1974, and I was a young teenager, when I had a defining experience that I remember to this day.
I grew up in a little medieval town in France, and my parents were very involved in our community of about fifteen thousand people. When a small group of Cambodian refugees arrived in France, my parents immediately agreed to “adopt” a family named Huu.
Adopting refugees meant helping them with their basic needs: find accommodation they could afford, a first job, clothes, and all the other necessities to survive.
We also welcomed the Huus into our home on a regular basis. It happened so many times that the kids from both families became like stepbrothers and sisters.
To me, the story of this refugee family who became our good friends has always been an example of human courage and determination.Read More