Is there anything worse?

In full daylight (when I tend to do my most rational thinking) I am very aware of the horrors in the world these days. There are a plethora of senseless wars, AIDS is spreading like wildfire through Africa infecting countless people, the polar ice cap is melting so quickly that Owen may be asking Santa for a walrus next year. However, at 3:00AM a mom's perspective (well, THIS mom's perspective at any rate) is that there is nothing worse than her sick baby. Gagging on mucus, chest rattling with every short little breath, pitiful whimpering cries with eyes closed. Seriously...is there anything worse? A visit to the Dr. late the next afternoon diagnosed bronchitis in the sweet little babe. Hopefully the antibiotics will kill the infection and the albuterol will help him breathe a little easier. As soon as he's better, I'll get back to worrying about war, famine, and widespread disease. In the meantime, all my energy is staying right here.