On that particular Saturday morning, my daughter and I were attending the dolphin show at the Georgia Aquarium. The place was packed, but there were two great seats in the middle of a row. We crawled over a number of people and landed beside four middle eastern men. I sat there for a few minutes thinking, "I wonder where these guys are from? I wonder if these men speak Pashto?" Melinda and I have been searching and searching for a Pashto translator. We have had leads, but they have all fallen through. Sitting...sitting...thinking, "I shouldn't talk to strangers. I really shouldn't talk to strangers." I turn to the men and asked, "Where are y'all from?" Silence....I began rambling..."I am looking for someone who can translate English into Pashto. Are you all from Afghanistan?" The guys said, "We are not from Afghanistan, but two men in our group are. You could meet them after the show." I gave the men my information. By this time my daughter was having a silent freak out moment as she watched me give strangers personal information. To make a long story short my inner voice was correct! I met the men after the show. Voilà! We have a Pashto translator. Seriously! He is a professor of law at the university in Kabul. He is a dad who is passionate about the children of Afghanistan. Within five days Melinda was able to meet with him and his friend. They have already begun translating. This encounter was nothing short of a miracle.
Listen, kids. Don't talk to strangers....usually!