When I first saw the image, it was like a sucker punch to the gut. It knocked the wind out of me.
I could almost hear my heart break, and I sat at my desk in front of my computer and wept.
I’m sure you know the image I’m talking about. It was all over the Internet the first week of September, that picture of three-year-old Aylan Kurdi, a refugee from the hell that’s broken loose in his home of Kobani, Syria, drowned on a Turkish beach.