The Golden Rule

When I was in second grade, I asked my grandma what the Golden Rule meant. (For those of you who knew her, you’ll totally recognize her style here.) She asked me to pretend that I was going to die and come back as a totally random person in a random place. She made sure I knew that I might come back as white or black or male or female or rich or poor or any other person that exists in the world. Since I couldn’t be sure who I would come back as, Grandma asked me to think about what I would want the world to be like before I became this new person. That is what the Golden Rule means, she said. Ever since that day, I have lived my life making choices largely driven by that simple conversation. I doubt she knew how impactful it was to me, but boy was she one wise woman. I miss my Grandmother. The world needs more people like her.