What will our future generations say?

This is a bit of a serious blog. Most of mine are to be fair. I watched’The Forgotten Children’ tonight on ITV. It is showing the stories of some of the 88,000 refugee orphans currently in Europe.

Let me say that again. 88,000 refugee orphans. Currently in Europe. So not even including those refugees that don’t make it to camps in Europe. That are stranded somewhere in one of the war torn countries around the world.

The number 88,000 really made me think because it’s hard to comprehend in my head how many that is. I went to a high school with nearly 1,000 children so basically 88 times all of the children in my high school. I don’t think I ever spent time in the same room as all the children in all the years so that alone made my mind boggle.

I know there have always been refugees in the world but this recent crisis seems more ‘real’ to me. Perhaps because of the impact of social media with better technology to secretly record footage and transmit real time information around the world. Most of the time I try to focus on positive things, the good in this world, people fundraising, people going out to visit the camps and helping the refugees. I have to confess I haven’t made it out there, my contribution so far has been the odd monetary contribution but the show has made me want to do more. To do something.

I lost my mum at a young age but these children are talking about losing both parents. Seeing their parents die in front of their eyes. I can’t even comprehend what that must be like, the impact that has on a child. These children have little to no access other than the goodwill of strangers to provide counselling support. I listen to young people in my counselling role talking about suicidal feelings but it seems slightly removed sometimes being over the phone. Seeing a young person say on tv that they wish they weren’t alive..well that seems to be a different situation completely.

I can’t even imagine listening to the sounds outside and hearing bombs, hoping that they won’t hit my home, my family, my friends. Maybe that’s what is so difficult, we can’t imagine. Yet it’s happening.

I read about Hitler and the Holocaust and find it hard to comprehend how past generations could not stop people from dying. I think our next generation will ask my generation, where were we when this was happening? And that makes me incredibly sad.

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