Oh, what a crazy weekend we’re about to enter. In light of this Friday, I’ve decided to share one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life. Now, I don’t think this is about politics –– this is about my experience in the world as a seventeen-year-old, and a little bit of wisdom I’ve picked up from somebody who’s less like me than anybody I’ve ever met before.
His name is Joe and he’s from Texas. He speaks with a thick southern accent, was given his first gun for his eighth birthday, is more than a little misogynistic, and wants to join the army. Joe certainly isn’t your typical Wilton boy. Joe is the furthest you could possibly get from me –– a die-hard liberal from the northeast. A couple of days into our service trip in last summer, I was convinced that he was my worst nightmare, and I would avoid him.