At what point do you begin to judge me? When you hear my name, Gita. Pedro. Azizad. When do you decide if I'm as qualified as the next person? That I deserve the same treatment, the same care. When do you decide what opportunities I'll be allowed? When do you decide that I'm not your equal? Is it when you see the color of my skin? Or when do you decide to talk to me? When you make assumptions about my faith. Or when I don't stand to greet you? When you see my clothes? Or when you meet my partner? But what if you couldn't see me at all? Would that help you to see the real me? The real me? The real me? Would you respect me for my skills? And value me for my contribution. Would you provide me with the best level of care possible? And treat me with the dignity that I deserve? When do we decide to find strength in the diversity of our experience? To embrace our differences while working together. It's something that takes our shared commitment to continue fighting for equity and inclusion for everyone. For everyone. So ask yourself. Can you look deep inside and face your own preconceptions? To overcome the unconscious bias we all carry. To treat our patients? Our colleagues? Everyone. As equals. If you think you can, then ask yourself. How would the world be different? If we could see each other as we see ourselves. Thank you.