I entertain people in an alcohol-fueled atmosphere for a living. After a long night of dealing with everyone from rad customers to aggressive and rude ones, I got into an Uber at 3 a.m. to go home. I began to make small talk, and my driver let me know he didn't speak English. Guess what? No one died. The quiet between us was relaxing after my stressful night. I got to listen to the GPS give directions in Chinese, and I couldn't help but think of how cool it was to hear this beautiful language after listening to loud, drunk English all night. Part of what makes me proud to be an American is that I share a home with so many different kinds of people. Diversity really is a magical part of this country, and I wanted to take a moment to celebrate that. Thank you, Uber driver, for getting me home safe and exposing me to a little bit of your culture.

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