Where Gracious Where Could Cherish be?



Do you review the scene from the melodic "Oliver" when little Oliver looks through the window to the bustling road underneath and his forlornness at being a vagrant streams over into his voice as he sings, gracious so mournfully, "Where goodness where gracious where could cherish be?"

II idea of this scene from Oliver when I looked at a you tube photograph of one more young man, this one in a red shirt and blue shorts, whose body lay face down on the shores of the Mediterranean. Another miserable and forlorn kid yet this one was very genuine This young child was dead.

Oliver was fiction and in the end he tracked down his mom and family yet there was no Hollywood consummation of the narrative of the little Syrian kid, whose name was Aylan.

At the point when the image of the kid lying like snoozing in the sand previously moved quickly over the screen on TV, the makers cautioned us that the photograph of the young man may be excessively realistic for their crowd.

They maintained that us should have the option to safeguard our eyes from the terrible reality of blamelessness double-crossed, and what truly befalls little worker kids made up for lost time in a horrible they had no part in causing.

However, you know something? We expected to take a gander at this young man since he was one of us. Little Aylan didn't drop from Mars. He was family and presently he is dead. Furthermore, assuming that a considerable lot of us shed a tear at the sight, perhaps we owed him basically that badge of our mindful. Ideally, we can accomplish more.

The little three-year-old's dormant body was a message in tissue to most of us that we can't easily overlook. As Americans we have consistently stood tall in answering the human requirements of our family from one side of the planet to the other. It's what our identity is; it's our specialty.

President Obama has vowed that we will take in 10,000 exiles. That is a beginning. However, we really want to accomplish more. We want to show to the world that the genuine abundance of our country lies not in our gross public item but rather in the liberality of its kin.

An age prior, a previous age of Americans burrowed down profound to assist the devastated and frantic survivors of The Second Great War with the Marshall Plan. We can rehash it.

Where gracious where could cherish be? It's here in this huge hearted liberal place where there is settlers. How about we do it for Aylan.

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