Everyone. There was always steady stream of people in out of Grandma’s house. Friends, neighbors, cousins and hobos, all coming and going. Stopping to chat, eat, quilt , visit. Everyone was welcome. It didn’t matter what their politics were or whether they were rich or destitute. Grandma accepted them for the individual that they were. Like most of the lessons that Grandma taught me, it was done by example. I’m sure she never set out to teach me, but she did. Learning about and accepting people, no matter their differences was a great lesson given to me. I hope that you find that someone to ignite your inner fire. You do not have to accept everyone’s behavior and attitudes, but you do have to accept them a person. Accept everyone.