I reflected on this experience for the duration of my trip and thought about how much my mom would have loved this story. My mom was the master of these types of connections – she called them her "small world" stories. She had an uncanny ability to piece together some form of connection between nearly anyone, anywhere. That random young woman selling orange juice at a roadside stand in Florida? Turns out she was the daughter of an old friend of my Mom’s from rural Utah. My nephew’s girlfriend? Mom knew her grandmother when they lived in Davis, California. You get the picture.
This past week, we were lucky to have almost all of our Dignity Index team together in Salt Lake City, strengthening our own connections. Members of our team came from California, New York, Massachusetts, Washington D.C., and Utah to mark our progress, coordinate our activities, and plan our next steps.
“Every one of us is eager to be part of some circle that excludes us. We want to be in the in-group and flee the out-group. We want to be with these people and separate from those people. So we seek belonging for ourselves by denying it to others. And that’s exactly backward. We get belonging by giving it. The most joyful people I have ever met – the people I revere and want to be like – seem to carry their belonging inside them. They are never trying to push their way in. They’re never trying to force anyone out. They don’t see themselves as separate. They’re not trying to be superior. They open up and take everyone in.”
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