By September I will have TRIED to speak a little French, Spanish, Portuguese, English (and Latin). Oh, if only I had a chance for Italian…
Our shrinking world invites us to consider new neighbors. It’s always so easy to ignore poverty and tragedies when they are hundreds or thousands of miles away. Of course, Bangladesh has raised our awareness as well, such that I wonder if my shoes or shirt were made by someone trapped in the rubble.
What does it mean for us to have new neighbors, people very different from ourselves? How shall we interact with “The Other?”
Moonflower 