As a single guy, I moved to the Hezbollah heartland of Tyre, Lebanon in 1999 to learn Arabic and teach conversational English. Some might call that gutsy. Most thought it was stupid. I confirmed my belief that most of what I thought I knew about Muslims was stereotype.
My adventure led providentially to meeting my wife. We were married 6 months after the attacks of September 11, and Kimarie birthed two of our four children in the Nejme hospital in Tyre. Our lives in Lebanon were rudely interrupted by falling bombs during the 33-Day War between Hezbollah and Israel in July 2006. Evacuated by US Marines from a beach north of Beirut, we learned a bit of what living as refugees is like.
Now we inhabit an obscure patch of ground in Washington State we like to call Scholzistan. We strive to welcome Muslim neighbors with hospitality as faithfully as our Lebanese friends once modeled for us.
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