During my business travels, I have been particularly graced recently by receiving an abundance of talkative Uber drivers. Two recent interactions captured my attention. One was of an Assyrian Christian during a late-night drive home from downtown Chicago. The other of an older African American man, who made bearable the slug of rush hour traffic from Sears Tower to
O’Hare Airport. The conversations were polar opposite in topic, yet both tickled the essence of perplexity.
My Assyrian Christian driver on a late-night Wednesday evening was an evangelist. Somehow, despite my 3+ hour train ride before stepping into his vehicle, he was able to pique my conversational interest in him after stating he had been here 50+ years in America. My sense of history and hearing his Middle Eastern accent gave me a guess. “Are you from Iran?” No, close, Lebanon. I am Assyrian.”
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