Look what each of us is given— a chance in the other. A chance to learn, to be nutty, to get messy, to get hurt, to grow.

We need the vulnerable ones to unglue us from our selfies, our cliques, our over-packed agendas, our power-driven races to one more race.

I’ve written a bit about the loveliness of expat life— about the beautiful shades of smiling mothers and children; the faces representing...