It will change what you do with your optimism.
On a trip to South Asia,
I met a desperately poor Indian woman who had twochildren
and she begged me to take them home with me.
And when I begged her for her forgiveness she said,
well, then please, just take one of them.
On another trip to south Los Angeles,
I met with a group of the students from a tough neighborhood.
A young girl said to me,
do you ever feel like we are the kids
whose parents shirked their responsibilities
and we are just the leftovers?
These women broke my heart.
And they still do.
And the empathy intensifies if I admit to myself, that could be me.
When I talk with the mothers I meet during my travels,
there's no difference between what we want for our children.
The only difference is our ability to provide it to our children.
So what accounts for that difference?