I met a friend in person for the first time; she's a vibrant woman who exudes Jesus' love. Patricia has been a nurse and educator for over 50 years in New York City. As she shared her story with me, I was struck by the way racism had affected her life as a black woman—like the time a patient kicked her, screaming "Get away from me!" when she tried to care for the woman. I would have never seen that wound in my friend. How many times, I wondered, have I been blind to much in the lives of those around me?
