I should be used to the unknown by now. I’ve built my life around situations I can’t control. I can only observe and report, fair and balanced. That has been my fate thus far. But I’m tired of it. Ready! So ready to be the story, make a change, make a difference.

Countless stories I’ve heard and reported, endless tears I’ve shed alone feeling feckless and wasted. Stuck in a world of impossible parameters. Worried about numbers and readership. Appealing to the masses.

But the masses aren’t the ones who effect change.

It’s that one refugee who’s lost everyone and everything he ever loved in someone else’s hate campaign. It’s his drive to make a better life for himself. He’s the one. He won’t accept that this is it for him. He believes something bigger and better and saner is out there for him.

He is my inspiration.