Twice lately I have been reminded of how lucky I am to simply have been born where I was. Understand this right off the bat - I am not particularly patriotic, not at all really. I have no “Go USA” bumper stickers. I do not fly an American flag. I am not saying I am ANTI America – I am just not a gung-ho “America is the only good country” and “The USA is the very best and no one can ever beat us” kinda gal… I have traveled to several other countries and am open minded enough to realize that the one I currently live in is not the only one that has a lot to offer its citizens. But TWICE lately new friends I met from China have given me pause – and caused me to not be able to speak for a moment. They reminded me what good fortune I have simply because I am an American. The first was at an opening night party for a theatre festival. His name was Wangkai and he spoke almost no English, but was totally enthralled by my husband David...