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Tuesday Slice of Life : August 2, 2016.

A text from the limo service was waiting for me when AA Flt 1475 touched down four hours later than scheduled.

As we taxied to the gate, I connected with my Limo driver.
While I waited for my bag, our texts continued.


I walked into the blistering heat, and Madut pulled up beside the curb on the arrival level at Terminal A, DFW International Airport.

He walked around the car to greet me by name and gather my luggage into his trunk.
I was struck by how tall he was, the size of his hands, and his genuinely bright smile.
His car was black and shiny, spotless inside.
As I slid into the seat, its coolness was a relief from the Texas heat.
Not at all like the Amarillo cab without air conditioning I once experienced, but that’s another slice.
A cold bottle of water was in the beverage holder by my seat.

As we left the airport, Madut apologized for being a few minutes late. But since my bags were slow offloading, I hadn’t even noticed.

I asked how long he had worked for the limo service.
Two years. And yes, he liked it.

He mentioned his uncle was visiting in the States.

I asked him, “How long have you been here?”
Fourteen years.

I asked where he was from.
Southern Sudan, he said and then asked if I knew where it was.
I do; he was surprised.
I told him that some years ago, my husband and I printed the Bible in Roman letters for one of the tribal languages.

He spoke of the civil war; the corruption, the tribal problems.
He talked about evil leaders; about deceit, lies, corruption, and double standards where some break laws without consequences. They are above the law.
We both knew we were talking about events here in the US this past year and the years of civil war and corruption that have destroyed his homeland.

He spoke of religion.
I spoke of Jesus, my Savior, who changed my heart.
I said, “Heart change is our only hope.”

He spoke of creation, about science vs. religion.
I spoke of theory vs. faith. It is by faith we understand God created the worlds. (Hebrews 11)

He asked about my work.
I shared my passion for literacy, how I work with teachers.
He spoke of Tower of Babel, and wondered about the origin of the races.
I listened.
I asked if he spoke Swahili.
No, but he understands it because some words are Arabic. He speaks Arabic.
Then he told me the history of Swahili. Fascinating.
He told me that English was hard to learn.
I told him about American teachers who use my materials to train Sudanese teachers how to teach English.

He told me that numerous Sudanese names are like Chinese names and wondered about possible connections. Maybe some day he will research it.
I told him that when I was in China, the people thought I was of Chinese descent. But I’m not.

And while he drove through the late afternoon traffic and out into the lovely countryside north of Dallas, we talked.

As he unloaded my bags at the bed & breakfast where I will stay, he thanked me for the conversation and handed me his business card. He said that Federal Limo honors requests for a specific driver.

Perhaps, some day, Madut and I will share another slice of life.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2016