About seven years ago, an article circulated showing the image of a young boy, who laid lifeless on a beach along the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. The boy was identified as Alan Kurdi, a child who had drowned as his family attempted to flee the war in Syria. The image and article had a profound effect on my wife and I and we found ourselves pacing around our newly purchased home, staring into empty bedrooms, and trying to figure out if there was anything we could do. And so, around midnight, we decided to see if we might be able to host someone from Syria looking for a place of refuge and to help them settle in our town.