What I consistently experience when I travel the world is the kindness of people. The simple gestures of humanity that people extend to one another. I only know this experience as a fairly attractive youngish white woman in her 30s, so I speak from this biased point of view. I consistently have strangers helping me out, opening their homes for me to sleep, and saying hello as we walk past each other on a hike. I deeply believe at our core we are all made of love and want to do good in this world. How do we get so off track? How do we help our neighbors or a stranger one minute and then speak with evil about the guy across town or across the world? Why has so much fear taken a hold of our hearts and shut us down into false spaces of security? Why do we fear change so much?