I grew up watching my parents serve the poorest of the poor for free. Their patients came from all walks of life. Many were undocumented immigrants. Some were refugees from Bangladesh. While intellectuals and politicians engaged in vitriolic back and forth, people like my parents served quietly. Today, the news is full of heartbreaking images from Syria. Professors will write papers about it and add an accolade to their resume. Politicians will polarize people one side or another. But health workers and rescue workers will go about their work, healing where they can, comforting where they cannot. Give generously to this fundraiser for Doctors Without Borders.