(I missed a day, I know. I had to work yesterday and unfortunately they are doing this thing where they close an hour later this week so I didn't get home till late and then I had homework. I think I have been doing pretty good though.)
Dear Stranger,
I don't know you and you don't know me. That is made clear by the term stranger. But I would like to think that when you see me you see a fellow human being. One with a past filled with rich experiences, experiences that you may or may not be able to relate to. But experiences altogether different than yours. I hope that you can respect these differences. I wish you could respect me because I am human. Because I live and breathe and love in much the same way that you do.
I hope that you can respect other people who are even more different from you than I am. I doubt it though. See, that is what is missing in the world. Respect and understanding for others who are different than ourselves. I wish it was different.
I have met you dear stranger. It was last year, right before the big state elections. Everyone here was hyped up about question 1. Should we be the first state in the union to actually vote for gay marriage or would we be like many other states who have shot the idea down? You were against. I was for. You were handing out fliers. I was respectful of you and your opinion even though I didn't agree. I took the handout, thanked you for your opinion and then threw it away when you weren't looking. I had already made my decision. I would respect the gay communities right to the pursuit of happiness. I would vote for gay marriage.
Maybe your experiences were different from mine. I had been raised knowing that gay people are the same as you and me. They just love a little bit differently.
Respectful yours,
Dani
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