If that sounds a bit obtuse, try reading her speech to the Nobel Foundation, delivered a few days ago.
Caution: some of these stories will tear at your heart-strings.
I drove to a hospital for Afghan civilians with a group of nurses – we brought presents for the children. Toys, candy, cookies. I had about five teddy bears. We arrived at the hospital, a long barracks. No one has more than a blanket for bedding. A young Afghan woman approached me, holding a child in her arms. She wanted to say something – over the last ten years almost everyone here has learned to speak a little Russian – and I handed the child a toy, which he took with his teeth. “Why his teeth?” I asked in surprise. She pulled the blanket off his tiny body – the little boy was missing both arms. “It was when your Russians bombed.” Someone held me up as I began to fall.
Suggestion: Don’t try to skim through this. Save it for your lunch break or, better still, print it out and curl up somewhere quiet.