First of all Im sorry if I am seen as being hypocritical in this post. But guess what I am one. I am also prejudice and I struggle with all the garbage that has filled in my head. I regret things Ive said that have hurt others, and I regret things Ive thought. And you know what I hope there are others who can admit that they have not been perfect, that they have had irrational fears. I can not say I am no longer prejudice because I am still human, and as long as I am alive I hope I continue to be non-perfect. In the end it is the struggle that counts. The struggle to understand people the struggle to have emapthy. The willingness to step outside my own comfort zone.
