The eyes have it, from my friend Jim MsKeever
On a downtown street in Lansing, Mich., a woman asked for our help. She was with her daughter, about 7 years old.
We could see in the woman’s eyes several things: warmth, strength, wariness. In the young girl’s, shyness. Perhaps fear.
The woman, about 30, wore a hijab. Her daughter had long, dark hair, uncovered.
There was a significant language barrier, but we managed to learn that they are from Syria and have been in the U.S. for seven months. They had walked from a nearby Catholic church, the woman said, to find Bus #5 to get to her appointment at a job-training agency.
She carried a folder with her. We walked, and I asked if there might be any information in it that could help us get them there.
As she pulled out a couple of forms from the job-training agency, I noticed a packet of penmanship worksheets, with…
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