Some folks are your friends because you went to pre-school together or you rang church-bells at 3 AM together or you crushed on the same boys together.
Other folks are your friends because they speak English and give you a bandana and share diarrhea medication and comb you for lice.
Rachael is the latter type of friend.
I got to spend lunch with her yesterday in her co-op in Hyde Park. Nicaragua was 2 1/2 years ago, but we bounce back into the easy talkative familiarity after only seeing each other a couple of times since then. She had been halfway through a year of working with Project Chacocente when I came down for the summer, and we bonded instantly in our desire to talk, to listen, and to exchange backrubs. Our discussions that summer were wide-ranging, and she challenged me to think outside the categories that I had traditionally used to define myself and my world. Her blog, which is co-authored by a number of lovely people, continues to do that. My favorite reminder of privilege/original sin is her husband David’s account of life as a s.w.a.g.
So challenge yourself:
and be grateful for clean water, plaintains, and rice & beans… for breakfast.