There were a lot of people there: young and old, boys and girls, smart and illiterate. When most of them saw me, they backed away, looking scared. I'm not sure if they thought I was going to hurt them or not, but seeing their faces I knew
they were very frightened of me.After a while, I think they caught on that I wasn't a terrorist. Then they started approaching me, trying to talk to me. They kept holding their hands up to me, and I think they were begging. However, I couldn't do anything about it, because I didn't have anything to offer.
That is, other than my help. I helped as much as I could whenever I saw someone who looked frustrated. It was kind of hard, because most of the things they were trying to do, I had always done with electricity. Also, as I said before, I couldn't understand them very well.
It was kind of depressing seeing all of the people who had to leave their homes to come to the transit center. All because they were scared to live where they lived. I never could imagine having to live anywhere other than my home, except on a trip or something. Seeing everyone who did, I just felt so much more appreciative of what I had at home.
When I saw what they had for while they were there, I nearly broke down. Each person had gotten a kit with plastic sheeting, mats, blankets, a kitchen set, and some food. I don't know what would happen to me if I had to live off only that! I wouldn't survive for a day! Compared to all the things I have at home, they had nothing! And all of that nothing was really bad too. I wish I could have given each of them their own, comfy beds to sleep on.
When I got back to my hotel, I really realized what a good life I have. When I go home, I'll be sure to be more appreciative of everything.
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