We had returned to our home in Gaza City by what felt like a miracle. We tried to rebuild; not stability, because conflict doesn’t allow for that, but maybe rhythm, maybe something close to breathing without fear. Then came the sirens. Then the decision. Then we prepared our bags. Again.
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I will always remember the person who welcomed me on my first day at the Red Cross. Newly arrived in Canada (I had only been here for four months), I was invited to work during the 2017 floods response in Quebec. I didn’t even have a driver’s licence and was worried that they would ask me to go to regional offices.
As a young child, I vividly remember driving from our home in Sudbury to Toronto, Ontario the morning after Hurricane Hazel hit. As we passed through this devastated area, I saw the Red Cross helping people, and in this moment, I witnessed the power of compassion in action.
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