Though I love writing about charming villages and discovering what I call “charm-for-days” places, sometimes I just can’t bring myself to write about the most charming village, the delicious food, or the enchanting ambience. Sometimes I just can’t write about such frivolities when there is so much suffering in the world.
Yesterday, I met the sweetest family who have two small children with the disease Progeria—a disease that makes children age rapidly. As I looked at these tiny children with aged faces, who probably won’t live past the age of 13, I was numb with sadness as I continued on with my work for the day. Suddenly, charming villages, vineyards, and cobblestone streets didn’t seem so important.
Though I hope to continue to explore such charming places, I must take a moment to acknowledge the suffering that so many experience and that it’s not all about the charming villages but about showing kindness and compassion and reaching out to help others.