“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
— Marcel Proust
While traveling in central Pakistan recently, I talked to my dad back in the U.S.A., and he told me of bombing in nearby Syria. He was obviously concerned. I thought of the AK-47-carrying young man assigned to protect our group.
Then my mind turned to the reception we received wherever we went: We were literally showered, Punjabi-style, with rose-petal welcome lines. Even our gun-toting guard was soft at heart.
“This was first a duty, but now it is a privilege and blessing,” he said of his assignment; his joyous spirit radiating...