While inside the grocery store, I called my mom. She told me she'd been crying while watching a show that highlighted a homeless family. Then, the subject turned to Gaza, the Congo, and Sudan. What kind of world allows my young children to be healthy and happy while other children starve, lose their limbs, or their lives? How is it that my meager earnings pay for bombs & death while I struggle with my mortgage and leaky ceiling? What kind of place is this? I cried right there in the aisle.