The eyes of poorly dressed children pressed against cardboard shanties in the snow haunt me, the face of the New York City homeless girl staring at me from the front page of the New York Times breaks my heart, the Philippino typhoon victims, the Midwest tornado victims, the Syrian man holding his lifeless child, the unemployed, the down-on-their-luck, move me.
I am mindful of the misfortune in the world. Where they walk I have been. Generous relatives have sheltered me and my family and I am always grateful.
