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I'm not supposed to be awake for hours more, but I want to share this while it is still fresh. Last night, one of my very few very close friends in this place, he's our mechanic, I'm his chauffeur, brought what is obviously family over from Egypt, four green cards in hand, ready to live in America. I got the luggage, the mother and two small boys, and ferried them to Mitch's place and waited for Mitch and the father. I speak not a word of Arabic, but we communicated from the heart. This was a very cool experience. At the airport, I told Mitch, "I know these people"... and he says, "this is their first time here" ... and I reply, "I'm having DejaVu then, because I remember them" ... it was a pure joy to be the first American they met after customs. I hugged the father, these people were full of love, they only came here because Egypt is unsafe, my wife is going to buy them some Baklava and I will drive it over; my wife tells me it was an honor for me, that God chose me to be the first person to welcome them to America. I feel like it is an honor to meet everyone I've met, all over this nation, that's what I love about this job, it puts me at a point of contact, and the same can be said for living in a condominium, it's like being part of a great big family.
my brain is off, but my heart wanted to say something... I think he's done.
my brain is off, but my heart wanted to say something... I think he's done.