I read a story about a bull elephant wounded by poison darts (shot by poachers).
This elephant travelled to the nearest wildlife rescue centre to be helped by humans.
This elephant had never been to the wildlife centre before, but had mated with elephants who had been rescued and raised there and he knew that these people were safe and would help them.
Then I read the update about a father and his daughter, who was the same age as my daughter, who were murdered.
Then I read a story about two dogs who were friends.
One of the dogs fell into a ravine and couldn't get out, so his doggy friend would go on day trips in search of humans to help his trapped friend.
It took a week but eventually someone followed the modern-day lassie and found the trapped retriever.
Then I read more about the multi-generational Syrian families travelling for over a month looking for a country who would take them in.
Then I read more about Canada's inadequate refugee response.
Then I re-watched the video about the lion cub from Harrod's department store in London meeting his people family again after living on a wildlife reserve in Africa.
He introduces his people to his new lion family and they have the loveliest reunion.
Then I avoided looking at the photo of the dead three-year old Syrian boy.
Then I canned about 80 pounds of fruit for my family for the winter.
Then I made three apple pies.
Then I put my garbage inside the house so that my neighbourhood bear doesn't spread the fruit peels and pits all over my neighbour's lawn.
Then I researched charities that help the Syrian refugees.
Then my oldest started preschool.
Then my youngest gave me a hug and a kiss after I cleaned yogurt out of her ears.
Then my oldest gave me hug and a kiss and told me about how much he loves me.
