He flipped the radio off. The story was so sad, that even the NPR reporter was careful with his words, and admitted it was a story that was messing with his head. He pulled the car over, and after pulling the emergency break just closed his eyes. So much sadness in the world. Sadness was dangerous to him, because he felt it so keenly versus everything else. He was a happy man in a good place in his life, but the power sadness has to overtake him has never gone away. He pulled the silence in like a blanket by the fireplace. "All of your troubles," he said out loud, to himself, " all of your worries, are nothing compared to what others are dealing with. nothing." As he put the car in gear, he wondered what he could to help. He wonder what we could do to battle the ensuing powerlessness that usually follows. ------------------------ the image used with this post is the birthday photo of 3-year-old Aylan Kurdi, a toddler in a red T-shirt, blue shorts and Velcro sneakers, found face-down on a Turkish beach. He drowned after the boat he as in traveling from Turkey to Greece, capsized. The photo of him dead on the beach is/was simply heartbreaking.