I met this man some years ago in Atlanta. Fumbling for something to say, I mentioned the interest of his books across the world in Papua New Guinea. He looked me in the eyes and talked with me like I was a normal human being. A memorable moment for sure.
NOW HE IS READING MY BOOK
Did he really say that he is learning “a lot” from it?
That ugly sounding “thud” followed by the squealing siren?
My fainting head hitting the floor followed by an ambulance rescue.
Typing from the E.R. right now…