It’s 11 a.m. in Florida as I write this—we literally just got home—and we woke up this morning at 2 a.m. in North Carolina. I just ate a piece of cheese (the only food in our house after five months on the road) to give me the energy to share this short post of gratitude.
Wherever I go—from Sweden to Columbia to Poland to Holland to Egypt to Brazil and so many other countries—I quickly connect with other people.
My operating principle is to respect the way they live.
I accept people for who they are and how they live. In other countries, I adapt to each country’s culture and customs.
Importantly, I do this on an individual level.
If you know me at all, you know I have strong opinions and can be a bit outspoken. But this almost always happens in the wake of companies or governments or movements that fight to impose their points of view on others.
But face-to-face, it’s a different story. Face-to-face, not only do I get along with almost everyone, they tend to go out of their way to make me feel welcome.
I am grateful that every trip teaches me the same lesson: we can easily get along with each other, as long as we see each other as unique individuals, worthy of respect.