Never Stop Walking: A Memoir of Finding Home Across the World

by Christina Rickardsson

The tears of the powerless are not tears of frustration. They’re not tears that gush or tears that burn. The tears of the powerless are silent and resigned.

Fear of what I will find makes it almost impossible for me to express my hope in words.

Love can’t be bought, manufactured, or elicited on request. It’s a gift that we choose to give and to receive. It’s unselfish and maybe it can’t move mountains, but it can do something even better: it can save a life.

We humans are amazing creatures! We’re built to take significantly more than we think we can. But we’re often selfish, and when everything comes to a head, when it’s a matter of survival, most people choose to fight at the expense of others.