A few months ago I subscribed to the Al Jezeera news feed. And it has slowly been changing my life. Almost imperceptibly, but still.
Some days I scroll through the headlines, wincing away the "Bomb blasts" and "kills nine." Other days, like today, I click on the first one and read the whole story, then the next and the next. It's so painful. How do we even exist? Our world, humans, countries, men and women. Why is our country not like this? Is, and I've just not seen it, or have I but in different ways?
I wonder what it would be like to work with an aid organization. To see those faces. THOSE faces. like it wasn't mine, won't be mine. But it will be, one day. I think . I'm no different, am I?