The image of 3 year old Aylan laying face down in the sand. It broke me. I saw my 3 year old son. I imagined the desperation of his parents to flee.
I watched the videos of families laying in the streets of numerous cities with nowhere to go. I wanted to climb through the screen, find a displaced family and bring them home with me. Keep them safe. Give them comfort. Instead, I immediately went online and looked for ways I could help.
It did little to quiet my conscience. It did nothing to erase the image from my mind every time I looked at my own son.
This morning I saw this poem.
Just heartbreaking. See below for info on more ways you can help the migrant crisis in Europe.