Emily and her husband, John, lived in our apartment building in South Korea. They were the first English speakers to greet me when I arrived in Seoul (Josh was at work). Over the next 7 months, Emily and I grew to become close friends. Her and John moved back to Alaska in July and my last few months in Seoul were not the same without her living upstairs from me.
Last weekend, on their way to Colorado to see John’s family, they came to Washington for an overnight layover. While on a morning run, Emily said something to the effect of, “I’m not about tolerance, I’m about love.” This stuck with me. So often we talk about tolerance and how it will make the world a better place. Does just tolerating others really make this world better to live in? nah. Love does.