For the past few days, I have been quickly averting my eyes from the newspaper and my Facebook news feed as a photo of a little boy on the beach came into view. The first time I saw it, my heart almost stopped. He looked like Sebastian. Three years old. Short dark hair. Tender little legs sticking out from shorts that seemed too big.
Sebastian had the good fortune to be born in the relatively safe United States. The little boy on the beach was born in a country being torn apart by violence, hate, and cynical power grabs.
We don't get to choose where or when we are born. But it can make all the difference.