. . We scrapped the original plan. Just like Memorial Day back at home, today is a national holiday for their independence…at least one of them as they have been invaded by 19 different civilizations. Think about that. We boated and had a memorable time.
Last night I had another accident with my foot. I stubbed my toe so bad that I took off the big toe’s nail and spent the beginning of a club night cleaning up blood. (Expletives not included). Today, after the great boating trip I cut my hand pretty good on the rope of the boat pulling it in. As mad as I am about constantly cutting myself I thought about the big picture. It’s quite fitting to come here and cut myself and bleed a little and still have the time of my life. That is what I learned about this country and these people. Bent but never broken.
I’ve talked to people that had bombs dropping on them while they studied for test in college. The next day they went to class. Guys I met that while growing up had their parents cars bombed out.. Don’t think I didn’t notice the Mercedes I was in had bullet proof glass. But all in the entire message here from everyone is their love for life and the love for Lebanon, especially Beirut. BLB. Means love Beirut. There is a tremendous pride here for Beirut for those that live here and grew up here.
This place is progressive more than any other place in the Middle East but is a dumping ground for Palestine, Syria and other messes. But it is a beautiful country with great people. A lot of people here are Lebanese Americans, and I bet you don’t know it but a lot of people you know are Lebanese Americans. The people here are faithful to their religion because of the rich history of it here. The people I have met here are not self absorbed but looking to do good and make sure that every one knows the good people that they are. The people I stayed with here spent 12 years in the states while their country was torn apart. But they never gave up, and came home to raise their children in their land. They have enough money to do whatever they wanted, but they choose here. They have three boys ages 21, 19, 17. I’m the youngest of three boys and my parents always looked out what’s best for me. I see no different in the way they raise their kids….and they live here.
I’m about to board my flight and I can tell you this; Despite a rough start, I’ll be back. Not if but when. I really hope the elections on June 7th result in peace no matter the outcome. There’s no doubt Joe Biden was here for a reason. But I just hope whatever message he delivered reiterates what I’m telling you. Beirut is a great city and the people here want nothing more than live a peaceful prosperous life. My personal faith has been rejuvenated since coming here. My thoughts of this trip to the Middle East would not be complete without coming here. Although I’m cut up and bleeding a little bit I’m still overall grateful the experiences and sights I’ve seen. Just know, the people here are the same; Bent but never broken.
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