As I laid in bed one night, just under half into my book, I came to a stop through a line. The line wasn't particularly special. It didn't hold much of any real significance in the grand scheme of the book, but it struck me.Not with sadness or anger or annoyance, but with guilt. Guilt that I have been living safely in a country where the government cares about me. While so many others now and in the past have only ever dreamt of that.And whether these feelings were warranted or not, it's how I felt. And Aft ...