When my daughter was 10 months, she wriggled off the sofa and bashed her bottom lip. I rushed to pick her up to make sure she was okay, and as I did, a tiny trickle of blood welled up from her split lip.
She was perfectly fine, made loads of friends at the hospital. But in that moment, if there was a cliff next to me, I’d have jumped off of it.
If someone else hurt them, or dropped a bomb on them, the whole world wouldn’t be safe. I can’t imagine what’s that guy is feeling.