If your a fan of action movies, you will notice that often times the hero’s toughness is verified by one small statement, “He was in Beirut.” Or some variation of the fact that he served in the military during the war in Lebanon, and survived.
When you first drive into the city from the airport, you may be taken aback by the war torn buildings — gaping holes in walls from bombs, bullet holes in the facade, abandoned buildings left in crumbling ruins. But probably you will be more preoccupied by the total disregard of driving regulations as a car is headed toward you down a one way exit ramp off the highway (at least I was!).
Every person in Lebanon can say they are truly tough, because they have survived living there. Fred survived. I survived. Our daughter survived. And it has made us stronger — a little more capable of finessing through life’s hardships.
I’m kicking off a new mini-series post. Cacoon. Lebanon may be tough and ugly on the outside, but once you spend some time there, it changes you somehow. Some people stay too long and can’t break through the hardened shell. Some people judge it by its roughness and stay away. But those who really take advantage of what it has to offer, grow wings.
That is what happened to Fred. He grew wings. But he lost them along the way. But when he went back after his deportation, he somehow found them again…