The beauty of living in such a diverse nation lies in celebrating differences. The United States truly is a melting pot; abundant in blended ethnicities, cultures, religions, ideas, skills, and experiences. When our differences unite for a purpose, it leads to wonderful results: we learn to understand each other, we learn from each other, we grow with each other, and we value our differences. Although it’s fascinating how every individual’s thoughts differ it can be troubling when someone’s experience varies so much that it causes a problem. This conflict is inevitable when growing up; essentially it’s an unavoidable consequence of living in a nation with such diversity. Even on a much smaller scale, such as my community college, I am exposed
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I had determination; she had to determine what to do about the little human growing inside of her. She told me one day that she intended to never disappoint anyone who believed in her. Suddenly I realized the beauty of diversity is that people inevitably also have something in common. Our experiences were so different. She was going through a complicated time in her life while I continued with my peaceful life. I had not attempted to learn who she was, yet I had already formed a stubborn opinion about her. This was probably the only time I’ve been gratefully wrong. Laura was nothing like the person I had deemed her to be. Our life experiences differed, but when I chose to focus on our similarities instead, we were able to connect. The built-up tension between us disappeared and instead of feeling bitter about our forced partnership, we started to be productive. Patiently, I tried teaching Laura all I could about history, but her focus was somewhere else. I finally understood. I couldn’t expect Laura to ignore her worries to focus on history (like I could - - I had no worries). I didn’t have a baby on the way, I wasn’t struggling financially, I wasn’t worried that my parents would kick me out of my home. I had nothing to worry about except
I had determination; she had to determine what to do about the little human growing inside of her. She told me one day that she intended to never disappoint anyone who believed in her. Suddenly I realized the beauty of diversity is that people inevitably also have something in common. Our experiences were so different. She was going through a complicated time in her life while I continued with my peaceful life. I had not attempted to learn who she was, yet I had already formed a stubborn opinion about her. This was probably the only time I’ve been gratefully wrong. Laura was nothing like the person I had deemed her to be. Our life experiences differed, but when I chose to focus on our similarities instead, we were able to connect. The built-up tension between us disappeared and instead of feeling bitter about our forced partnership, we started to be productive. Patiently, I tried teaching Laura all I could about history, but her focus was somewhere else. I finally understood. I couldn’t expect Laura to ignore her worries to focus on history (like I could - - I had no worries). I didn’t have a baby on the way, I wasn’t struggling financially, I wasn’t worried that my parents would kick me out of my home. I had nothing to worry about except