The news article was so personal. I could see her as easily as my own sister, standing there in that war. She had nothing. No safety. No right to food or home. No place to go. If I was there I could call out her name and she would turn and see me. But what would she see? Help? Judgement? Pity? Refuge? A chance to survive the hell she'd been catapulted into? And here I am in my home - warm, safe and fed. There by the grace of God go I.