A week ago I got a charity solicitation in my email, about a 3-year-old in India with a rare blood disease. About how he described about his regular bouts of severe nosebleeds as "I can feel the monster coming". Treatment has taken all of the family's money, and without $30,000 for a bone marrow transplant he won't recover. And man, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Because now I can imagine if it was my own son, how scared he would be and how I'd do anything to make him better. And how crushing it would be if I couldn't afford it. And I know just how intense and pure my kid's trust in me is.

I don't have $30K to spare right now, and I know there are countless other kids who'd still need my help; I can't fix the world. But a story like that just tugs at my heart, y'know.