I was in Essaouira, Morocco on 9/11, 2001, drinking tea in a cafe near the beach. I was entertained by this old Moroccan man who came to the bar with his donkey.
He was a character as many of them are, a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye. I couldn’t help but smile when he used a chair to hop up onto his trusty steed, whom had a potato chip bag on his forehead either for decoration or sun protection.
I was not prepared for what happened that day. No one was. I must tell you the Moroccans could not have been more kind or concerned. Here’s a prayer of peace for that fateful day.