I have just returned from an amazing 3 weeks in Asia. As jet lag recedes, I can begin reflecting on this remarkable experience. I had a chance to witness the juxtaposition of the very new amidst the very old. In Shanghai and Hong Kong, I was awed by the architecture and rapid construction of towering buildings. Surrounded by mammoth edifices and frenzied activity, I felt like I was from “Mayberry.” On the other hand, in places like Kyoto and Nara, I felt the tranquility of the beauty of ancient shrines and temples. I was soothed by the simplicity of a tea ceremony and the grace of a Geisha. I lit incense and sipped Saki.

In the towns and cities we visited, I had the privilege of meeting local residents. I was introduced to different governments, cultures, histories and traditions. I was exposed to different foods, drinks (like snakes in jars of alcohol) and clothing. I observed different rituals and listened to different belief systems.

Yet, the sameness of our humanness far surpassed the strangeness of the places. I felt the delight of mothers smiling at their toddlers' antics. I felt the pride of parents witnessing the marriage of their children and I felt the anguish of those on their knees, praying for sick loved ones. Best of all I shared laughter. Sometimes, laughter that brought us to tears, like when a local woman tried showing me how to squat at the hole in the ground they call a toilet.

We love for our families, worry for our futures, cherish our health and pray for our people. We want to find meaning and purpose in what we do. We want to feel pride in who we are. We are all the same much more than we are different.