"I came to Dharamshala when I was nine years old. Back then, we weren’t allowed to learn the Tibetan language in school, so my parents sent me to India. For a whole month we walked over the mountains. It was very snowy, and we only walked at night. One night I almost fell off a cliff, but one of the adults grabbed onto my hand and pulled me back up. It’s been twenty years now since I last saw my parents. Just a few months ago, I had a really bad stomach problem and had to go to the hospital. Even though I’m an adult, I’ve never missed my mother more. Being that sick made me realize that I have nobody watching over me."
I hope this story spreads like wildfire. I am so glad that HONY went to Dharamshala. This is the length the Tibetan people have to go to preserve their culture and to survive at all (though in exile.)
This is also the story, once abstracted, of the children that are risking everything to cross the US boarder, often just as alone.
It must take so much bravery to flee everything you know for safety, even as an adult - but as a child?