Prone to prejudice…

As I boarded bus number 4 late on monday night, I was struck by the diversity of the group and by how old I had suddenly become.  My age hadn’t changed, but my perspective had…

Suddenly.

As I made my way back to my seat, I noticed a couple of African American twins in the second row.  Our driver, btw, was an Amish looking fellow, but when we switched drivers in the middle of the night, I awoke to a young middle eastern woman at the wheel.  Robert had the most hair I had ever seen, as I passed the mid section of bus 4.  Across from him, I noticed Amad’s little brother.  Too funny, I thought to myself.

In the back we had my son and his friend Johnny.  Across the row , and just in front of me, was Jason and Michael.  Across from me was John and Spencer.  Directly behind them was Aaron, a tall basketball player and his friend Hunter, a red haired Irishmen that was funnier than you can imagine.  Behind me was Ian and his friend Parker.

Up in the front were the two teachers, Corrine and Jen.  Next to them was every girls favorite, Andrew.  In the front middle was the “wall sit” KING, Michael Linse.  He could go and go and go and go.  Next to him was Weston, the only guy that I had to wake up between stops.  Too funny.

Erin and her soccer buddy, Julia were talking away as I passed them.  There were too many short shorts and too many without two parents.  There were to many with too much money and too little discipline.  There were to many that were only interested in what others thought and too few interested in why we were here, or so I thought.

I, of course, was rushing too quickly to judge.  I was proving one of my own theories on us humans.  We humans are…

Prone to prejudice. We just are.

Throughout our five day DC adventure, all my theories about these young folks would get blown to bits.  Here’s how.  Do not miss this.  This is HUGE.  All my theories about all these young folks were formed in the 7 seconds that it took me to glance their way as I strolled down the bus 4 aisle.  Over the course of five days, I simply tested my assumptions.  Turns out, they were wrong.

How did I do it?

Simple.

I started asking questions and I didn’t stop.  Amazing what you and I can learn, if we’re open to what we might find.

Bus 4, thanks for the education.  And, remember, you have what it takes…