Most of the time we only see what our world brings: the son’s hockey game, the daughter’s dance lesson, the odd training event at work, the favourite restaurants, the early morning traffic, the three meals a day, the weekly trip to the bank, the visit to the local gym and the pre-programmed radio and television channels.
This world is our theatre – the place where we get to interact with the rest of the world in a manner that we were taught it should be. Providing consistency, assurance, and yes – comfort – because all is how it should be. The theatre provides a platform of enduring content unifying environment with expectations, building in us a fairly consistent view of the world. This theatre provides a stage with borders that we rarely tinker with; but when we do – the view does change and we grow.
Recently, in a conversation with a colleague, I was told that there was a mid-day event planned at the Canadian Guesthouse in Kabul. Normally my day is dedicated to a few meetings, time at the computer, a phone call at home, a Dari lesson and a brief exercise session. But here was an opportunity to tinker at the borders – so I expressed an interest and was graciously invited to attend.
The event in question was a party of sorts for a group of Afghan orphans ranging between the ages of 1 and 15 years of age. Most were girls and all liked to play, very much. So I wore my flats and spent a wonderful hour playing ball with several girls. My work with the Ministry of Justice took a different meaning – reminded me of who this work was for. It strengthened my resolve and launched new perspectives - all while making very special friends. Here are a few pictures of the event.
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