I have been taken in by a South African family in a suburb just outside Gold Coast. They were visiting Sri Lanka with their two young sons in 2004 and survived the tsunami. They ran.
Their description of the rising water gave me the chills. A wedge. Speed. The terror of being separated and the relief of finding each other alive.
I can’t do justice to the story here (the recording speaks for itself), but wow.
I am so, so grateful to the people who open up their homes and their hearts to me and tell me a story.
Can I say that I love what I’m doing? I love what I’m doing. Sometimes I have my doubts and wish that I chose an easier path, but this is my path. I’m a listener, through and through.