I recently flipped through some heart-breaking photos of refugees escaping war-torn areas of the Middle East. I studied the faces of the women and children. They looked defeated, exhausted, tired and hungry. The grown-ups and some of the older children carried pillowcase-sized bags containing all of the possessions they were able to bring. Mostly, I imagined, blankets and clothing. It made me think – hard. What if I lost everything? My family and friends. My home. My car. My