Last night I heard a young woman talk – in front of a roomful of people – about her experience of escaping war torn Sierra Leone. As a child she lost her young sister and had a son at aged just 13 after really dreadful circumstances. Her dad urged her to get to the UK as she had no life there. She had a relative here in the UK and she managed to get over at around aged 15 I think. But there were more dreadful experiences that she faced when she arrived. She spent a terrible few years homeless and with no support for her and her child. Eventually she met someone good at a youth club she was passing in Liverpool – she went in there because she felt she had nothing left to live for and it was literally a last hope for her.