At JFK, A Lesson In Diversity
I'll be honest. I miss New York.
Spending time up here today wasn't just a throwback to the sights, the smells, the culture.
I miss the sheer variety of people. Literally every nation on earth, hanging out at the Welcome Center at JFK. Or so it seemed.
There was the usual array of "interesting" behavior.
One guy kept yelling, "Where's Air Train 3?"
There was PDA.
And the usual "I'm staring at me staring at you," suspiciously. (Are you hovering over my backpack for a reason?)
But the nicest thing about today's visit was...how nice the people were. Not rude at all, like I remember.
I accidentally ran luggage over someone's toes and he didn't yell at me.
A lady gave my daughter plastic cutlery across a crowded line. She couldn't reach it but hadn't asked.
A waitress let us sit in the diner longer than we should've, and gave us two scoops of vanilla ice cream, the second complimentary.
Amid all these different people stood the El Al ticket counter and the Emirates one. Religious beyond religious people on both sides. Not only weren't they fighting, they barely noticed each other.
Peace can happen. Today showed it.
* All opinions my own.