Disaster Refugee All I feel like I’ve been doing is running to save my family. I think we’ve been mistaking our identity for a reality. I don’t have to measure who I am in my own eyes, but to be someone, possibly a representation of a model citizen, I seemingly have to accumulate order. But my circumstances are far from orderly. Even our bankruptcy lawyer has thrown her hands in the air, asking us, “well, what do you want me…