When I was at the airport on my way back to New York, I was so excited to be returning to my life before Ghana. I couldnt wait to see my boyfriend, my friends and family. Yet some part of me felt different. I knew my life had to change somehow when I stepped off the plane.
I stood in the U.S. citizens line at customs. I felt a swell of happiness in my chest. As each person had their passports checked and stamped I got closer to home. When it was my turn to step up to the booth, I said hello to the customs officer and handed him my paperwork.
Thats the best smile Ive seen all day, he said.
Thanks, I said, blushing, Im just really happy to be back.
Well, welcome home.
As I walked through the airport and saw hundreds of people from around the world walking side by side together, smiling and showing that they care, I knew there was hope. America is my home, and it would not exist if people did not have hope for the future and hope for each other. We have to stay informed, work together, and take action when we find a way to help. Home is where there is hope. Lets show everyone the meaning of home.