I've struggled to stay in a good head space, especially when I start thinking about how long this might go on. But one of the ways I've intentionally tried to control my thoughts is to make a list of the good things that have come from this crisis.
The things I saw today will be seared in my memory for the rest of my life. It happened in a home in San Martin, El Salvador.
To get there, we drove through a narrow dirt alley, parking at the end of two long, tin walls. The entrance to the home was a door-sized opening in the tin a few yards down.
We stepped over the threshold into a dark room.