Globalart
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I remember in first grade my best friend was from Portugal. I did not look at her as a stranger or foreigner but as my sweet friend who was so kind to me.
We used to read in front of the class. My friend struggled and was treated like she was not smart. So I did not understand this. It hurt me.
I decided to sit next to her during reading and when it came time for her to read, I read with her. She in turn taught me Portuguese. I loved her and thought she was the most beautiful, brilliant person I ever met. I was in awe. My friend spoke two languages. I was so proud she chose me as a friend. more »

I love this poem. This is a beautiful way to express how at one’s heart is not determined by an accent, or race. We want to be treated with kindness, and acceptance. I have often noticed that if I try to communicate with others, that looking at them as Brothers and sisters is key. The writer speaks about speaking to the patient in his own language. How the demeanor of the patient changes completely. This touches my heart. My father was of Spanish descent. He told me, “always try and speak to a stranger in their own language.” “It is a sign of respect.” “ It does not have to be a perfect pronunciation.” Dad told me, “it is a way of saying I love and accept you.” “We are family.”
For a medical doctor to reach a patient and learn languages is remarkable. This is a outstanding lesson of dignity and care for others! more »

What a powerful way to express the coping and understanding of the battle and sword of anxiety