Everyday I walk by people on campus that I don't know, and probably will never know. We all are on the same journey, but we are taking different paths. And then some of us become lost. We become caught up in negative emotions; jealousy, hate, and elitism. We forget what the "Tribe" is about, and who we are as a family. I witnessed so much back-stabbing, so much ingenuity, and separation into cliques. Then we are brought back together due to losses in our "Tribe". We come back to our roots. The greatest feeling is when I can go to my brother or my sister and cry on their shoulder while they cry into mines. It is a reminder . But we don't need reminders. Next time you walk around campus during class changes notice all the faces; white, brown, and yellow. And then understand you will never know their struggle or pain. BUT have love for them; carry this love in your heart for she is your sister, and he is your brother, and we are a TRIBE...a FAMILY.
This makes me smile.