I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me
It’s 3 am here and I’m preparing for a road trip to one of Egypt’s most spectacular sites. Abu Simbel towers over Lake Nasr as a testament to incredible ingenuity and some would say ego of Pharaoh Ramses. I’ll talk more about this place and its history on Sunday Scenery.
For now, I’d like to ask what kind of legacy are you leaving? I am absolutely sure that I will NOT leave a massive stone likeness of myself in the desert by the Nile. (Does this granite make me look fat?)
People from all over the world come here to gaze at this engineering wonder. They ask about its history, the architect’s motivation and the dedication it took to complete it.
Other-culture people surround you. They are watching, looking for clues, waiting for some indication as to why you live life like you do. How do I know? Because I am the other-culture person in Egypt and I am a keen observer to interactions and behaviors.
I have in a sense created my own story about each person I meet until I truly get to know her. I assign (for good or for bad) motivations to phrases, gestures and invitations (or lack thereof).
Do the other-culture people in your life sense love, kindness, inclusiveness? Would they describe their host country as friendly, accepting or cold and angry?
Just a thought that as we go through our days, we leave small impressions that lead to a legacy. What do you want yours to be?
Signing off on the Road to Abu Simbel…