Ask more questions. Wonder why. Find the story.
My Uber driver has lived in Chicago for 11 years. He feels no need to ever go back to India again because his whole family now lives within a couple of blocks of his house. He has worked for Uber for nine months. He drives seven days a week, but only half days on Saturdays and Sundays because he has a daughter and he wants to spend time at home with her. He used to work in the grocery industry, but without education he didn’t know what else he could do to make more money for his family. Uber gave him that path. He now makes more than I make as a public school teacher in Colorado. He loves his job and I was his last Sunday ride before heading home.
My yoga neighbor in this afternoon’s workshop was born and raised in Chicago. She is tall, like me, and also giggles when she has to squat down for group photos. She has a first grader and loves seeing the changes of “this age”. She was super curious about how my mixed-age classroom works, and about my thoughts on homework for young kiddos. Her daughter has math and literacy homework every night. She loves Colorado and has lots of fun when she visits Steamboat in the summer, but she’s not thinking of leaving Chicago. At all. This is her place and these are her people.
Who did you meet today?