This story from a former guest was sent to us through Facebook. They gave us permission to share it, just asked that we omit their names and identifying information.
We are a family of five – mom, dad, three children. This is our story:
We left our home earlier this year with our bags full of fears and illusions. In that moment, we asked forgiveness of our three children for making them do this, but they didn’t have a choice – they just had to follow us. We did it for them – for their safety, for their education, for their future. We knew that one day they would understand…
We were a middle class family. We had our own home. My husband had his own business. I was working in my profession as a nurse. By fate or divine will, my husband’s business suddenly failed. I had to work every day of the week.
I got to work by public transit, traveling morning, afternoon or night. We lived in a country that has high rates of murder, extorsion, crimes against women, assaults, and general violence. I was exposed regularly to these evils.
I was a witness to an armed robbery where shots were fired. I was robbed at least once a week. This was the bread of every day, which seemed so normal to us. When I left home each morning, I would ask God to please let me come home to my children that night.