When I was younger friends always asked me what super power I would want to have. Sometimes I would say flying, other times super strength or speed, but until today I really did not realize how ridiculous some of these things were. You train to get the latter two and for the first all you need is a glider of some sort. I know this is simplifying them, but to an extent you can embrace these powers without anything superhuman. No, it was not until I started watching more Star Trek and saw a silly cell phone commercial did I truly realize what super power I would want: the ability to speak and understand any language.
It hangs over my mantle and if I actually have a fireplace one day I'm sure it will hang over that. It is the focal point of the living room and my life. It always reminds me of memories, the past, the future and my course. This flag is much more than stars and stripes.
I see it multiple times a day. It was my grandmothers flag, from her burial at Arlington National Cemetery. I can still remember my strong curiosity to finding out who would receive it. I still remember when my Uncle gave it to me, my father snapping an amazing picture of this scene. I remember how I held onto it, almost with an irrational compulsion to not put it down.
It is 11:50 p.m. and after seven hours my best friend and I are in our final descent into DXB (Dubai International Airport). Breaking through the final bit of cloud cover bright neon lighting greets us in a jarring contrast to the surrounding barren desert night. From our bird's eye perch Dubai looks like a brothel of games and entertainment that would make New York or Vegas jealous, however like everything else in Dubai appearances can be deceiving and nothing is as it appears.