These words were spoken to me by a young black waiter. I’m an old white woman. “We got a connection”, he said. And I felt it. I was so touched by his generosity of spirit. I walk around my diverse city, aware of my racist culture and upbringing and practice looking at folk who don’t look like me thinking “There goes Jesus, incarnate again.” I have to work at letting my prejudice go. But for this young man, it just came naturally. He was a blessing to me and I’m grateful.