People are just people: here, there and everywhere

Born and raised Christian inside a Protestant family in the middle of a conservative Catholic community, I experienced myself religious discrimination in those days going to church with my Mom in the 80's before the Dominican Republic gradually became a pluralistic society. I know how it feels like but also how strong enduring hatred makes you as well.

People are just people, no matter what they worship, language spoken or dress up like. But these times we live in could easily make us forget such a simple fact misleading us to make the same mistakes from the past.

In the summer of 2015, my job took me to Pakistan for a consulting gig in Islamabad, a country quite isolated from the Western World (even though Canada has a big community of expats or descendants) where I met and befriended the same good people that I've found everywhere in the world I've been to. Like my dear friend Maqbool, pictured here; a sunrise-to-sunset hard worker, loving father and probably one of the most happiest beings inhabiting this planet.