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Stories about Middle East Trips (1)

Rob bryant
2006-01-09 11:37:03

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him, I thrust my hand out to shake hands. He firmly shook my hand (with testosterone flying through his entire male system) and I acted as if he was hurting my hand with his brute strength. I withdrew my hand and shook it as if in pain. I held up my hands in surrender at his superior manhood. Immediately his manhood was restored and his head came back up. I winked at him and he smiled back (male bonding at its best) and I turned and began pushing my chair myself. He fell in behind and began pushing me again. I stopped and turned and said, "Do I need to expand your thinking again?" He suddenly associated the arm wrestling exercise with me wanting to push myself and said, "Oh, now I understand," with a broad smile and let go. Up ahead was an escalator and I went toward it instinctively rather than going to the elevator. He stopped me, and said, "no, no, you cannot do this. You must take the lift," pointing to the elevator. I returned by saying, "sir, I want to expand your thinking again." He thought about this for a moment and nervously let my handles go. He looked around to see if he was going to get in trouble if I hurt myself. Within seconds I was going up with luggage in my lap and holding on to the rails to ensure my wheelchair did not flip over or roll backwards. He stood there with his mouth open for a second then joined me. One of the custom agents below clapped for me as I went up an escalator with two bags, computer, and crutches in my chair. At the top my attendant patted me on the back and said, "sir, my mind has been expanded," with a smile from ear to ear. I smiled back and said, "you have expanded my mind as well. I know now that you want to push me out of kindness from your big heart. Please push me the rest of the way." He stood there for a moment and his smile slowly disappeared as he looked directly into my soul and we exchanged a knowing look that despite our differences in nationality and religion, we had just communicated on a deep level. I was putting ...