I was standing by the airport exit, debating whether to get a snack, when a young man with a round face approached me.
I focused hard to decipher his words. In a thick accent, he asked me to help him find his suitcase.
As we walked to baggage claim, I learned his name: Edward Murinzi. This was his very first plane trip. A refugee from the Democratic Republic of Congo, he'd just arrived to begin his American life.