"Finding the Way Home" by Mark T. McCord
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International Journal of Servant-Leadership

Abstract

Sitting at a corner table in a small cafe in the Plaka neighborhood of Athens, Greece...Afghanistan seemed to be a million miles away and yet it had followed me there. Like an unseen vapor Afghanistan permeated my every thought, causing words to catch in my throat and my body to be in constant motion. Even then, more than three months after I completed an almost-four year-posting, I could not seem to shake Afghanistan. The result was an awkward silence, and fractured thoughts. My wife sat across from me, the look on her face belying her frustration. She did not know what to do for me...after all this time apart when she had subjugated her needs and desires to become my lifeline to the rest of the world...she had run out of answers. I was lost and for the first time in twenty-one years of marriage, she could not help me find the way home. As raindrops dripped slowly down the window panes, I began to ask myself how things had come to this.

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