"I’m glad I had a daughter. Ever since my grandmother died, I’ve needed the female energy in my life. It’s good energy. I mean, when things go wrong, another man can tell you that everything is going to be OK. But not like a woman can."

"Thank you" I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself, "May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift"; "Beauty is in your eyes that find me pretty"; "May God extend your life"; "May Allah never deny your prayer"; "May the next meal you cook for us be in celebration of your son’s wedding…of your daughter’s graduation…your mother’s recovery"; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere "thank you" an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful.


We need gun control because today at the theme park I work at a guy brought a hand gun and threatened a patron with it. I was the one that had to make sure everyone else was safe until security showed up.Thousands of people’s lives were put into my hands and it was only my third day without training. A lot of people could have died or gotten hurt today because some asshole was worried about his constitutional rights. Something needs to be done and it needs to be done now.