I expected to be handing out sandwiches. I'd signed up to clean a beach. But that's not what happened. All I know is that it was very bad. At times I was totally terrified, and mostly it felt like the most logical thing to do was to walk away. But I didn't. Neither did a small handful of people. And from me, to the other volunteers, to the staff at the UNHCR, to all the people who needed to be processed and registered -- we had no choice but to keep going in the face of an overwhelming tragedy unfolding in front of our eyes. Mainly, we failed. But we all did something greater than that, too. Something far more important: we all tried.