I am so glad that I was raised to know that God is not a respector of persons and that we are equal. It generally keeps me from being rude to waitstaff and sales clerks and other people that most folks seem to think of as lower citizens.
Occasionally, though, it causes me to do something just absolutely insane. Like emailing the admissions staff at a college in Cambridge to ask what it would take for my main character to be admitted there.
I’m presently taking bets as to whether or not I’ll ever hear back.