Something happened that i never thought would happen to me - at least, not this soon. I wasn't bothered by it. In fact, it was a good experience for me, and it gave me the chance to really appreciate those who seek to protect me in spite of the chains around their bodies.

Last night, I was driving Mary, Koko, and Arek home. Jay had joined us for the ride. I asked him to come along. I don't think it was all that hard to oblige me and ride with best friends. We were all in a silly mood. Three tall and broad-shouldered guys squished in the back, because Mary was smart enough to shout "Shotgun" on time. We managed to calm down our crazy behavior in time to drop Mary off at her home. Then I made my up to Ashrafieh to take the boys home.

As we headed into the area where the first bomb of the recent upheavels exploded, we met up with a checkpoint. No problem - we're used to it now. It has become customary to enter a shopping center and opwn the boot of one's car, as well as one's purse for checking. What I thought was funny was that the soldier didn't even look into the car. He saw the three guys in the car with me and immediately pointed to the side, so I pulled over. We got out and opened the back of the car. I wonder the soldiers thought when they saw my bag of smelly ballet clothes. The one guy checked my car license and ID, and my purse. The guys were frisked, of course. Eventually, they let us back in and we continued on our way.

After dropping off the guys, jay and I made our towards Bourj Hammoud, on the way home. We were pulled over again, but it was less serious.

I want to support the Lebanese Army, to stand by them at this time. They are doing the best job they can. I know that when I show respect for them, they become all the more faithful. Calling them "patriot" to their faces makes them soar. With tied hands, they still do the best job they can, and i am thankful for their presence.