Children being murdred infront of us.

Infront of their parents.

Parents holding their dead babies in their arms.

Others mutilated. Bombed. Torn apart. Literally and figuratively.

I just can’t today, People.

I’m sitting here, with tears streaming down my face, as I listen to the social media posts of those trapped in Aleppo saying their goodbyes.

Telling us, pleading with us how there is a genocide going on and to please please help.

I’m sitting here, sobbing, as I look at picture after disturbed picture of all the children — the ones with their intenstijnes exposed, holes in their heads, mouths half opened.

No one deserves this. How can this be? How can there be so much horror and terror and suffering? How can I be this lucky to be sitting here — warm and fed. Safe. Protected. My life looks and suddenly feels ridiculously luxurious — extravagant — even.

I continue to see the face of FoH. I cannot imagine if that was him; my child.

I can’t take a flight over to Syria right now, but I do have a voice. And I’ll use it. And give money to those organizations that are doing amazing, on the ground work.

We have a responsibility to do the right thing and help one another.

Let’s all do our part. Let’s remember to do The Next Right Thing.

www.togetherrising.org

www.theworldwidetribe.com

www.doctorswithoutborders.org