It's maddening in my travels to watch children dying simply because they were born in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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The loss of a child is the most terrifying place for me to go.
Every three seconds in the developing world, a child dies needlessly due to lack of basic health care and other things we all take for granted.
That thing of briefly losing sight of a child happened to me when the kids were younger, and you can't see them in the supermarket or wherever. It's a terrible, terrible moment... the most unimaginable horror.
For many children, it's seeing a beloved relative ill and in pain that leads them to want to become doctors. But, for me, it was watching my grandma get better.
There is something inexpressibly sad in the thought of the children who crossed the ocean with the Pilgrims and the fathers of Jamestown, New Amsterdam, and Boston, and the infancy of those born in the first years of colonial life in this strange new world.
But for me, it is when a student has died. I find the death of a young person the most difficult and painful of times. To explain it to other young people, to see a bright future snuffed out, is just awful. I am haunted by those deaths.
The misfortune to be born when I was, where I was. That was a piece of bad luck.
It's all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It's like you've met your reason to live.
When my father passed away and then when later on I gave birth, those are sort of ground-breaking experiences that put everything else into perspective.
Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.
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