Conversation with an Afghan

I call Dave once a week in Afghanistan. When I call him in the evening, he is starting the next day. They are twelve hours ahead of us. Tonight, Dave's Afghan interpreter wanted to talk to me on the phone. At first I was apprehensive. I wasn't sure what to say. But his kind voice soon put me at ease. Our conversation quickly turned to family. He knew we had a lot of children and grandchildren. He said the Afghan people have large families, too, and told me how they all live together in the same household, which he really liked. I told him that our children just visit but it's a big household when they are there all together. I asked him how he liked working with Dave. His response was very heartfelt and sincere. He said "he is a real good man" and really enjoys working for him. He thinks the world of him. He said Dave was kind to him and everyone he meets. He said he would like to come to America and meet me, and that if I ever wanted anything from Afghanistan he would make sure I get it. He was so kind and genuine.

Dave says the Afghan people are very nice and has come to love them. He has made many good friends there. His interpreter is a young man, 23 years in age, is newly married with a baby on the way. He has never been outside of Kabul. Dave wants to take him to Washington D.C. in April when he goes to some meetings. I hope it works out for them. I look forward to meeting this young man someday. Maybe it will happen in April if I'm lucky!

This silver pot came from Afghanistan. Dave gave it to me for my birthday.