VOICES October 2026

People come and go from our lives. It is simply the way life works. Some people will walk beside us for a long time, while others will take a different path after the very first turn. But every person we truly encounter leaves something behind. A feeling, a memory, a lesson, a story — sometimes even a part of ourselves we had never discovered before.

Some people show us what true friendship means. Some offer us a helping hand when we need it most. Others teach us how to laugh more freely, be more open, how to give and receive, care, or simply enjoy the moment. And sometimes, we only realise the impact someone had on us after we have to say goodbye.

This is the real beauty of volunteering. You travel to another country thinking you are going there to discover the world, only to realise that the world is not made of borders, cultures, or places on a map. It is made of people.

You arrive in a place surrounded by strangers, from different corners of the world. You notice different languages, traditions, habits, beliefs and ways of seeing life. But as you spend time together, those differences slowly become less important.

It reminds us that someone on the other side of the world is not so different from us. We all experience similar joys, fears, love, and hopes.

Fear often grows where there is no understanding and personal connection. But when we actually meet one another, listen to one another and share experiences, a stranger becomes a friend. A different culture becomes a story you can relate to. A place you once knew only from a map becomes connected to people you will remember.

Conflicts can not be solved with the wave of a magic wand. But we can contribute to a better world by being curious, listening before judging, paying attention to the people around us, respecting differences instead of fearing them, and finding beauty in what makes us different.

We arrive as strangers. We leave as part of each other’s stories — and I am grateful for every person who has left a little piece of themselves in mine.

Laura Lőwingerová

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