I had a bad week. Every single day this week, something at work went wrong. Even my Friday workday ended on a sour note.

But, a little perspective is all it takes to snap out of it. I stopped complaining the minute I saw a photo of a 3 year old washed up on a beach in Turkey. He died, along with most of his family, trying to escape from Syria.

I can’t get that image out of my head. I couldn’t help but imagine MY 3 year old boy’s face on that poor little body.

I had a frustrating week, but not really a bad one. A bad one is living in dangerous conditions. In a place where terrorist attacks happen every day. Where your only option for escaping your country is by boat where you know your family may die leaving or staying.

One of my friends posted a link to a video about an organization, The Migrant Offshore Aid Station, that patrols the Mediterranean for migrants at sea and helps provide safe transit. They say that since January, the death toll of migrants at sea is thirty times what it was last year. Here’s the video to learn more about what they are doing to help these people. https://www.facebook.com/ajplusenglish/videos/567752156699629/

I am giving my kid tighter than normal hugs after seeing that image.

I hope and pray for peace in these areas and assistance for those who wish to leave. May they do so safely.