The night ISIS attacked Paris

My friend Khalid is from Saudi Arabia. Friday night, he invited our soccer team over for dinner with foods from his country. He started planning the evening a week ago. He gave us dates and coffee, made soup, baked chicken and cake. He served us tea -- so incredibly kind of him, and no small feat for a college student, especially since it's toward the end of the semester. 

All of us are from different parts of the world, and after we arrived, we sat around the TV and learned about the tragedy in Paris together. Sat there sad together and then ate dinner together. 

...There's something magic about sharing a meal with people. 

By the end of the night, somehow, we were sharing YouTube clips of shows we watched as kids, and every now and again and people would laugh in disbelief because they had the same show. ... Different music, different language, but the same childhood memory.

... Last night was a sad and tragic night for the world. It was also a special night in Syracuse with my new friends from around the world.

The guys didn't have Mr. Rogers, but when things like this happen, I can't help but think about this quote from him:

"When I was a boy, and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'"