Taxi Ride

December 13, 2006

Within one minute of stepping foot into the taxi for the airport, the driver started talking to me about an American woman who used to live here in Saudi and was in charge of transportation for Canary compound. She was his boss and he LOVED her. He talked on and on about her and how she treated him as an equal, with respect, and talked about how they were no different. She hugged him and teased him, and when she left they both cried. That was six years ago.

Have I ever had that kind of impact on another human being? Will I ever? I want to.