“We have become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.” ~Jimmy Carter. I have experienced, this feeling of oneness, more so, here in California than ever before, as I interact with new people every day. Honestly! Until I left India, I never had a chance to meet with people from other countries and cultures. My knowledge and understanding of the world was from the books I read, movies and the TV, which was pretty much it.
I enjoy talking to people, learning more about them, making new friends, out of curiosity. I believe everyone around me is a teacher, has something to teach. I love humanity. It is the main motive behind loving and enjoying sales profession.
The other day I met a woman from Namibia, another parent at my son’s school. We were both marveling and appreciating at the traffic officers care for the children walking through the cross walk. My Namibian friend and I are from developing nations. Where we come from, we don’t see such protection for all children, like we have here in US. We were talking about how we wish to see all children from our countries, India, Namibia and of course all the children of the world, to be protected, loved, cared and treated that way. My friend and I both were thinking the same and spoke almost at the same time and laughed how similar both of us thought. We were both blessing, really appreciating the law and reforms of America for protecting children. The other thing my Namibian friend and I agreed upon was our belief in American dream. I suppose majority of the immigrants do believe in American dream. I met a lot of immigrants from different nationalities; we all generally seem to agree on it. We have common spirit, appreciating America, its opportunities, not whining and complaining about anything, working hard and try to raise good families and contribute to the American economy and growth.
I want American history taught. Unless I’m in that book, you’re not in it either. History is not a procession of illustrious people. It’s about what happens to a people. Millions of anonymous people is what history is about. –James Baldwin.