What do you feel when you hear about a child who died of Ebola in Liberia? Or when you watch a video about a woman living in poverty who survives domestic violence in Nicaragua against incredible odds? There are moments when I am able to open myself up to feelings of empathy and to grapple with such suffering. Other times, my reaction is to feel grateful for my own life and recognize what a privilege it is that these stories feel so distant. I say, “I can’t possibly imagine what that must be like” and, “I am so blessed.” While both of those statements are true, I also recognize that they enable me to feel disconnected and removed, to go on with my life as though nothing happened.