A dear friend posted this status on Facebook. It was such a beautiful story I asked if I could repost. It is here by permission:
I can’t stop thinking about that man. The driver of the cab that took us to the aiport in Dubai. He’s from Pakistan. He has a master’s degree in history and Islamic studies. Perfect English. He founded a school in Pakistan and was a teacher, said teachers aren’t paid well there. I said they aren’t paid well anywhere. He’s been in Dubai for 7 years, driving a cab. Been married for 6. She has a master’s degree in English Literature, but she’s back in Pakistan, has to stay home to take care of a family of 2 kids and 2 elderly parents (his). He only sees them once a year. I said, it must be lonely living so far from them. He said, such is life ma’am, I do all this for them. I grew silent. I’m still silent.
I am silent, too.