My best friend in high school was a refugee.
She, her parents, and three sisters fled in a boat, over 30 years ago now, from the country where she was born. Earlier, her father had been a small businessman with several employees. But things had changed a lot since then.
They used their entire savings to get onto a not very seaworthy boat, to sail through an ocean facing possible pirates and storms, to go to whichever destination they could get to as long as it was elsewhere. On the way, there was a storm. There had been two boats sailing together. My friend's best friend had been on the other boat. During the storm, she saw the other boat sink. Everyone on that boat drowned.
When they reached land, they were put in a refugee camp for two years. Two years of just waiting to see what would happen. When they were finally able to leave, they were given a choice between three countries. Only one of the three was willing to take the whole family together. So that was the country they chose.
Benefits, health care, education, or even language didn't come into the decision-making process.
Incidentally, for those who think that refugees only 'take'.
Nowadays, her two older sisters run their own businesses, she works as a computer analyst, as does her husband, who was also a refugee.Of her two children, one has become an eye surgeon, and the other is a pharmacist.
Also, she ended up changing my life. I started learning her native language from her and her sister while at school, ended up studying it at university, and following a career that, for a long time, involved that language in countries other than my home country.