Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Radical acceptance

When I started my educational journey back when dinosaur tracks were still fresh on the ground, integration was also relatively fresh. Though I was surrounded occasionally by racism, I never bought into it. Perhaps I found no need to classify people on the basis of color because I spent many hours riding shotgun with my insurance-peddling dad. He didn’t sell it like most salesmen who were looking to sell policies with higher premiums because they offered higher commissions. My dad sold insurance, but he also hated it. He felt it was sometimes used to take advantage of people. He would often talk customers out of the expensive policies so that he could save them money. My dad did this for e