One of the highlights of Roosevelt Education was my time working on the school newspaper, The Torch. We were a diverse group of students who collaborated well and produced a solid publication. It was during this time that I not only learned that I wanted to pursue a career in journalism, but that I could work well with those who had different beliefs and backgrounds. It was an invaluable part of my Roosevelt education.

After graduation, I was living in another suburb with two of the guys I grew up with when I met my wife at a bar in Chicago’s Gold Coast. Soon after we started dating, I balked at an invitation she presented me with:

“Wait, you want me to go to Paris with you?”

“You mean, Paris in France?”

“I don’t have a passport.”

“I can’t even speak the language.”

I had plenty of reasons why I could not or should not go, but they were all just excuses so I wouldn’t leave my comfort zone. But when I finally secured a passport and took that first trip to France with my future wife, my life changed forever. Laying eyes on the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, eating my first jambon-beurre, hearing the mopeds zip through traffic along the Champs-Élysées and feeling the energy of the world’s most visited city helped me start to understand how blind I had been by not expanding my lens.

As my physical world has continued to grow over the years, so has my worldview. Seeing first-hand how others live and what they value has been life-changing. In France, people fiercely value their time away from work and they get plenty of it. It is quite different from the workaholic culture that many of us have been sucked into here in the United States, where people are often afraid to take time off work or feel obligated to check email even when they are out sick. Travel has forced me to reassess how I think about work, family, politics, injustice and many other issues. I am no longer tied to the beliefs of where I grew up.

As much as I appreciate the relative physical safety of my childhood, along with the friendships I forged that still exist today 30+ years later, I was not done any favors by growing up in a sterile and close-minded environment without diversity.

Neither my wife nor I want that for our son. We want our son to become a citizen of the world—not just our community or city. We want him to interact with people who are from different cultures, who speak different languages and who own different beliefs. Our hope is that by showing our son all the wonderful differences this world has to offer, he will begin to understand how and where he fits into the bigger picture.

While there has been debate about whether travel can open people’s minds and help them become more empathetic, a 2017 article by Harvard Medical School psychiatrist Helen Riess called “The Science of Empathy” says that “Our capacity to perceive and resonate with others’ suffering allows us to feel and understand their pain. The personal distress experienced by observing others’ pain often motivates us to respond with compassion.”

However, just being an observer and having compassion in your heart is simply not enough. We want our son to understand that the opportunities and privilege he enjoys come with a responsibility to initiate positive change and empower those who live in forgotten places and those who do not understand what privilege feels like.

Travel is therefore a critical part of his education. My wife and I value formal education as much as anyone, but since we believe some of life’s most important lessons cannot be taught inside the four walls of a classroom, we no longer worry so much about him receiving an “unexcused absence” from school due to our travel plans.

Our hope is that by showing our son the world and educating him about the beauty and flaws of where our travels take us, not only will his views be shaped by all the wonderful diversity this world has to offer, he will understand his responsibility to try to make positive changes for those who are not in position to do so.