From the New York Times, a rare must read.
Refugees Encounter a Foreign Word: Welcome
How Canadian hockey moms, poker buddies and neighbors are adopting Syrians, a family at a time.
By JODI KANTOR and CATRIN EINHORN
JUNE 30, 2016
TORONTO — One frigid day in February, Kerry McLorg drove to an airport hotel here to pick up a family of Syrian refugees. She was cautious by nature, with a job poring over insurance data, but she had never even spoken to the people who were about to move into her basement.
“I don’t know if they even know we exist,” she said.
It’s not just a feel good story, it discusses some real issues,
As sponsors sign the paperwork that commits them, no one really explains the potential range of their unofficial duties: showing a newcomer to spit in a dentist’s sink by miming the motions, rushing over late at night to calm a war-rattled family terrified by a garage door blown open by the wind, or using Google Translate to tell children who lived through war and exile that they are supposed to wear pink at school for anti-bullying day.