Abundance

Growing up in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, I hardly knew anyone different from me.  We were almost exclusively white, middle-class Christians from so-called "traditional" families.  My kids' experiences growing up in Durham, North Carolina, couldn't be more different.  At times this has troubled me.  I've been sorry that they weren't surrounded by kids more similar to them, and I've wondered if they missed out on something.  When I see a picture like this, I realize I couldn't be more wrong.  After all, what does it really mean to be "different"?