Martin Luther King wrote, “I Dream that men will someday rise and understand that they are meant to live together as brothers.”
We are different, that is our wealth. Each of us is like a small fragment of a mosaic: unique.
Each of us participates in the beauty of the final painting that would make no sense if we were all of the same color. The world is so tired that we can only heal it if we accept to look at the other not as a rival but as a friend to whom I give and from whom I receive.
