This weekend I went to visit three Sudanese guys who all met in the Calais Jungle, and now live in Scotland.
They wanted to share with me a beautiful loch that they love, so we went there for a walk.
Whilst walking, something caught Abdul’s eye and he left the path to pick up a card he found on a bench with a bunch of flowers.
When I followed him over he showed it to me, gently explaining that it was to someone’s mum who had passed away. “They obviously came here together” he said.
He put the card back carefully, securing it under a little rock, and took a minute or two to look out across the water.
I felt from him that he recognised the pain of loss and momentarily shared the weight of it with this stranger.
It wasn’t long before he was back to showing me the best trees to climb and helping me up… but it reminded me that even when it doesn’t show in the every day, you never know what lies beneath the surface.
We all have a past and a unique story and journey.
We all have our own struggles and our own pain.
To consider this in our interactions with the people around us will inspire the compassion and kindness that every one of us deserves. 💕