I know a tiny bit about being a refugee — my family and I lived in the small West African country of Liberia until a few months after its civil war began in late 1989. We left with only what we could carry. We were priviledged to have Canadian citizenship and a network of friends and family in Canada to help us rebuild our lives.

Most of the 67 million displaced people around the world do not have those luxuries; they must endure endless waiting in camps, wrangling with faceless bureacracies, and starting a new life in a strange land with no resources.

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