I am an East Indian woman. I live next door to a family that gutted a wild boar on their front porch. I see more Confederate flags and guns than I see children on the street. How do you think I felt when I first moved here?
And I feed the barefoot half naked children on the street. I helped cut up tree branches in my neighbors yard after Matthew. My daughter tutors math for two high school kids that struggle. We found a way to be good neighbors. Would you believe, my neighbors care about me?
What goes around comes around. I live that every day.
I don’t know you personally. But everyone’s life is a reflection of themselves.