It’s hard to predict where most conversations are headed. Even more so when talking with an international. You never quite know what you’re going to hear, and this time it broke my heart.
It was a story of abandonment, isolation, fear, and anxiety–no one to turn to for help. I was chatting with a few students and scholars as we waited to go to Friday Night on the Farm, and one of them shared this story:
Three visiting professors hadn’t found a place to live yet (this was week three of the term), so they decided to travel on the weekends as to not be a burden to those they were staying with. The trio decided to visit Seattle and somehow navigated the whole trip on public transportation–an impressive feat on its own! Their trip was from Friday to Sunday and was going well until they arrived back in downtown Salem on Sunday. There, they discovered that the commuter bus from Salem to Monmouth only operates on weekdays. I can almost imagine them turning to each other in concern. What are we going to do now?
This realization wouldn’t have been a huge issue if these scholars (a) had a cell phone and (b) someone’s number to call. Unfortunately, the only useful items they had were maps in their hands and shoes on their feet. Not knowing any alternative, the group decided to walk.
That began their 16-mile journey, the thump-thump of rolling suitcases behind them. Between five and six hours later, they finally made it home (as much home as it can be when you’re sleeping on someone else’s floor, 7,000 miles from your family and everything familiar). I haven’t personally tried walking from Salem to Monmouth, but it would be quite a trek!
I’m still hoping to connect with these scholars in person. In the meantime, I asked the friend who shared this story to please pass along my contact info so something like this won’t happen again. If they ever find themselves stuck without a ride, at least they’ll have one person to turn to.
Can you imagine arriving in a foreign country, where you only know a few words of the language, you don’t know where anything is (or how to get there if you did!), and you even struggle to identify the food on your plate at dinner? Holly and I know what that’s like, and we deeply appreciate the friends who helped us through those first difficult weeks and months. This is a big part of what motivates me in ministry to international students.
What if every international visitor had a local friend? What if that friend was you?
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