just a little help can make a big difference
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Just a Little Help Can Make a Big Difference
Tears filled my eyes as I watched a video about all kinds of refugees who struggled in the
refugee camp at school called AIS in Vienna. I’ve watched similar videos in other places, too. Like what
are their struggles, how they overcome it and even about their lives. In class, I had to read a book about
a refugee named Selemawi and his hard life. Because of that, I began to think a lot about refugees and
unfortunate people. ‘I’m just a child. Even if I want to help them, I have no power to do so.’ I thought
that every time when refugees came into my mind. But I’ve never thought I could really be able to help
them with my own hands and strength.
“Mom! We’re late! If we arrive late, I won’t have any place to sit!” I called to my mom, who was
getting herself ready as quickly as possible.
“Come, Amy. Let’s wait for your mom in the car,” dad muttered. And that’s what we did. As I
started to get impatient, I saw mom half running, half walking towards the car. As soon as she sat in the
car, my dad drove away.
As the automobile neared the church, I saw people greeting each other at the front of the small-
looking church with white walls and a sign that read: ‘Today Vienna, Tomorrow the WORLD!’ in Korean.
It was a nice sunny Sunday, when most people rest. But we Christians go to a place called church and
there, we learn everything about Jesus and his father, God himself. Well, I love when the teachers tell
stories about Jesus and God, but sometimes, I have to admit that some stories are cruel, scary, sad or
even boring. But, the teachers try their best to get our interests so we can listen to it more enthusiasti-
cally which is fine with me. There, we also learn about Jesus’ life and a little bit of history too, especially
Israelite and Christian history, relating it to Jesus.
As a Christian, I try hard to be different than people who don’t believe in Jesus. I mean, if the
Christians act and think the same as normal people, there’s no meaning to being a Christian. Also, I don’t
know why but I like Jesus better than the God.
Today, we were inviting many child refugees to our church because today was shortly after ‘Kids
Day(5th of May)’, a special day when the adults give presents to the kids and our church thought that
refugee children should also have fun in this ‘Kids Day’. As I went in to the kids section (adults and kids
listen to different preaching), I saw some refugee kids looking around and taking in all their surround-
ings: funny-looking Asian strangers who were Korean kids laughing and speaking German and kind-look-
ing teachers scolding them to be quiet and stay calm. They looked like European with a dark brown hair
and big dark brown eyes except that they were from East Asia. I could clearly see that they were shy and
nervous.
There was barely a seat left when I reached the children section. But luckily, my church teachers
came around and found me a seat. I looked around and began to take in all the surroundings just like
the refugees. Most of the small and big refugees sat at the front and some sat in the middle. Every
teacher and child tried their best to look delighted even if they had a bad day and smiled warmly at the
refugees. Also, they could only speak German so, well… lucky that nearly all of us normal children could
speak German very well and a little Korean (some of them were born in Austria) that we could communi-
cate. We had our normal preaching and singing in German and a little bit of English (the first Sunday of
the month is always like that) and as we nearly came to an end, I was in a very good mood. But I was a
little bit disappointed that I didn’t have time to talk to the refugee kids that day.
“COOKIES!” The teachers told us to go up and enjoy making cookies. We got separated from the
refugee children and went upstairs to make banana-shaped cookies. Hard work, I say. Just looking at
them made my mouth watered. They looked easy to make. The flour was already made for us so we
only had to shape it in to banana-looking cookies. Except when I really started, I realized that it was
harder than I thought. The refugee kids already left to their camp when I finished shaping the cookies.
Well, of course I had no idea of what they did while we shaped the cookies, but I’m guessing that they
left right after the preaching. I thought back to when the meeting with the refugee children were a lot
more fun than this boring ‘just-sitting-and-listening’ and BOOM! Time to go. What fun would normal
children have? What fun would the refugee children have? Surely the first time with the refugees were a
lot of fun with all the games, activities, movies and a lot more. I closed my eyes and thought about that
first day with refugees. It all started with an awkward silence and staring.
“Hallo!” All the refugees stared at us with their big, dark brown eyes. We, normal children, were
all just staring at each other and the refugee kids in our church. But soon, some refugee kids sat on the
teachers’ lap and some others held our hands tightly like if we were one of their sibling or something. All
of us while holding hands with the refugee kids, followed the teachers up the stairs to watch a movie (in
German of course, the refugee kids can only speak German).
“Schöne Tasche!” A little black haired girl with big, round eyes said to me in German.
“Danke!” I said in the same language. I saw her name tag which read: Sarah. So, her name is
Sarah, I thought. Sarah tried to sit on my lap but failed so I scooped her up and put her on my lap. After
the movie, Sarah and I had to separate from each other but Sarah wouldn’t let go of my hands. So the
teachers had a small talk with each other and told her that she can stay with me which made Sarah
happy. We all, the teachers, the refugees and the normal church kids, went to the kids/baby playground
near the church and played until our body could take no more. The kind teachers set up some activities:
face painting, all sorts of games, running around, and much more which made us exhausted and tired.
At last, all the fun activities were done and finally it was time for me to go home. “Auf Wiederse-
hen!” I called to Sarah who was also getting ready to go back. She was among the other refugees and
she stared at me until I was out of sight. I was happy because I brightened Sarah’s day and I really hoped
that Sarah will overcome the challenges she face in the camp, for example bullying and learning how to
speak German and English, with her experience of this joyful day.
This was a lot better than the second meeting with the refugee kids. There was more laughter,
fun, and smiles. When I thought of those two memories, I realized that I could help the refugees too.
And actually, it was not hard to help. You just have to be easy going and laugh together with the
refugees, that’s all. Giving a little bit of my time and kindness to the refugee kids got the things I think
they need most in their life: hope and happiness. ‘JUST A LITTLE KINDNESS CAN CHANGE THE WORLD
COMPLETELY IN THE FUTURE!’ I think that’s the most important lesson I learned while helping the
refugee kids. Honestly, I am looking forward on meeting them again next year. Yay!