We are all family. You are my brother, I say to a man on the street. Leave me alone, he says. Who are you? I don't know you. Don't be afraid, I say. We all share a common ancestor. We are all related, distantly yes, but we're all one. Let's try to get along. Stop following me, he says. Leave me alone. I don't know who you are and you're scaring me. How about a big hug? I say. Will that make everything better, brother?