As I write this, 170 vulnerable Australians are on flight from the UK to Darwin as part of a 'mercy flight' by the Australian government. These people are elderly, have health problems or are new mothers who were forced to have their babies overseas. They have been waiting for more than eight months to come home and many of them have bumped off other flights and forced to wait. I cannot imagine how they must be feeling, knowing that they are finally on their way home. To the safety and security of knowing that once there, everything will be alright. We feel so much safer on our 'own turf' so to speak, even if the sense of security is false. Being home gives us a feeling of security that cannot be shaken. I'm not saying that we must be in our own country of origin to feel 'at home'; that feeling can come from anywhere, no matter how many times we may have moved. I'm referring to that place that we consider in our hearts, to be home. As I finished reading ...