Back when I worked at LAX…
around 2010 to 2013…
something stayed with me.
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A Korean girl came up to me asking for help with her flight.
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That part wasn’t strange.
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What threw me off…
was how she spoke.
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She wasn’t speaking broken Spanish.
She was speaking full-on Mexican Spanish.
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Not just the words.
The rhythm.
The tone.
The energy.
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It felt natural.
Like she had lived inside it.
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She told me she was from Mexico.
Didn’t know English.
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I remember thinking…
what the hell?
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At the time, it just felt like a random moment.
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Now it hits me differently.
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The older I get…
the more I see how different people look on the outside.
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Language.
Culture.
Customs.
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But underneath all that…
life keeps giving all of us the same things.
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Heartbreak.
Loss.
Family problems.
Hope.
The need to belong.
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That part doesn’t change.
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And that’s what that moment showed me.
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The language changed.
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But the feeling didn’t.
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💬 Reader question
What’s a moment that made you realize people aren’t as different as they seem?
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If this felt real… I write moments like this.
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