Her name is Abrhem. She’s a Syrian refugee who escaped the war with her family and paid smugglers to cross the Aegean Sea on a rickety boat. I met her in Kara Tepe, a refugee camp on the Greek island, Lesbos. Abrhem and her family have been in the refugee camp for 4 months now. Everything they own (which isn’t much) is crammed into a hot storage unit they now call “home.” Although the storage unit is a slight upgrade from the tents they were living in before, I still couldn’t grasp the magnitude of what I was witnessing—because it put so much into perspective for me about life. How I’m so privileged and how I get wrapped up in things that don’t matter. I don’t want to be like that anymore because there are things happening all around me that are much bigger than myself, and even you. Like Abrhem and her family and the millions of other families who are living in shipping containers right now because war has deprived them of their lives. It’s all so real and it’s all so raw. But even though I felt the suffering, I also felt so much love. And kindness. And tenderness. And it’s so crazy how oftentimes the people who suffer the most are the kindest. I might never see her again, but I hold Abrhem in my heart. And I miss her and everyone else I met. It was truly a blessing and I’ll never forget.